A/N: Thanks to my reviewers, Naomi and Araknia the Storyspinner!! It keeps me going, and heres another chapter but im sad to say I have finals coming up and I don't think ill have much time to add more to this till after the 15th but I will try my hardest until then enjoy and review!

"Phantom what the hell happened, come on we need to get ya inside" I nodded at his idea and let him support my weight. "What are ya doin' in Harlem?" I asked him as we slowly walked towards the Bronx.

"I was on my way to see you" he paused and looked at me, "and what were ya doin' in Harlem?"

I hung my head, "had some business to attend to" Spot waited for more of an explanation but when he got none he stayed silent. We had moved out of Harlem's territory and into the Bronx when it started to get darker, and the rain didn't want to let up. I slowed my pace knowing I was out of harms way, but the slower I began the more out of it I was. Before I knew what happened I started to fall forward, Spot caught me the best he could but we still both fell on the ground.

I cringed in pain as Spot quickly got off of me, "Ya alright?" he asked concerned. I nodded slowly and tried to stand but failed. My eyes didn't seem to want to stay open anymore as I sunk back to the ground. Spot looked down at my form and back to the streets ahead of him as if he was thinking.

"Come on ya never gonna make it back" he said as he picked me up. I protested at first but after a minute I settled into his arms knowing I couldn't make it on my own.

As he carried me back, I soon began to drift off; not that I had wanted to but the fight was taking a toll on my body. My surroundings became blurry and I barely made out the fact we had made it back to the lodging house. I felt Spot climb stairs towards the bunkroom and I could hear the boys back and I heard Haze call out a question to Spot.

"Spot what are ya doin' here" I heard him ask as he came closer and his voice louder. "Oh shit, Phantom?" he seemed to ask to me, but by now my eyes were shut and I only heard what he was saying.

"Here bring her into Stealth's old room, so she can rest in quite" Spot followed him into the room and he set me down on the bed. The last thing I heard before completely giving into the darkness was Spot yelling for someone to get a doctor.

I walked out of the darkness surrounding me, only to see a dim light in the distance. I moved slowly towards it, afraid of what was between the light and me. As I came closer I saw a shape of a person lying on the ground near by. I quickened my pace and rushed to make sure the person was ok, but as I rolled him over I saw the face of Club. His face looked haunted and just as I stood up I felt a pain shoot through my body. I looked down and saw Club's hand had imbedded a knife into my side.

Blood flowed freely from the wound and Club stood up, ready to attack again. I let the horror show on my face as I turned and ran, but my legs wouldn't let me run fast enough and I felt him closing in on me.

I jumped up in bed quickly glancing around the room to make sure Club wasn't around. I was sweating from the nightmare and the more I seemed to look around the more confused I became. I frowned, why was I in Stealth's old room? Soon it all came back; the dream had been somewhat real. I had killed Club and he had injured me with my own knife, but I still didn't remember how or why I wasn't in my own bed.

I glanced at the door and saw it was open a little, I was about to move to get up when I saw Spot and Haze enter the room. They seemed surprised to see me awake, "Phantom, ya up? How ya feelin?" Haze asked coming closer to the bed.

"Why ya sound so surprised to see me up? And how did I get in here anyways?" I asked looking at both of them, but settling my gaze on Spot in question.

"Well ya have been out for 3 days Phantom." My jaw dropped as Spot told me this, "I brought ya back here after I found ya in Harlem. We got a doc to fix ya stomach up, ya lost a lot of blood and we think the rain didn't help, ya went into a fever. Ya were in and out of it for a few days and it looks like ya finally broke the fever" I nodded slowly not sure how to react to the fact I was out for 3 days.

Haze turned to leave, "I'm gonna tell the boys ya awake" was all he said before leaving the room. Spot took a seat in the near by chair, which I noticed was moved closer to the bed.

"Did ya stay here all 3 days?" I asked him since he was staring at me.

He shook his head, "Nah I was here in and out, after the first day I had to return to my own leadership for a little. I was coming back to check on ya today." I nodded and paused not sure how or what to say to him, I knew he saved me in Harlem but it was hard for me to admit.

"Listen Spot," I paused and looked at him, he smirked knowing what I was going to say, "Thanks for draggin' my ass back here" I smiled as he laughed.

"No problem Phantom, anytime ya need me to drag ya back again let me know" His face grew serious before he spoke again, "I understand why ya went after him Phantom; I just wish ya didn't do it alone. What if his boys came out?" he looked back at me with concern.

"Well they didn't, and I'm fine…or well now am I" I said looking down at my stomach.

"Ya don't think they'll be comin' afta ya?"

"Nah, most of them just want to be the new leader anyways, from what I remember the one before Club was killed and no one cared too much. And besides they don't know it was me, or well they have no proof." Spot stared at me, thinking it over.

He eventually nodded, "So how ya feelin?"

I sighed, "I'm alright, still sore but better than I was that night"

"That's good, ya want some food?" I nodded to his question immediately, "I'm gonna go get us some food, alright?"

I nodded and he left the room. I listened for a little and realized it was probably early afternoon since I didn't hear many newsies running around. I attempted to get out of bed when I felt sharp pain rip through my body. Guess I wasn't feeling as good as I thought, I took a minute to regain my breath and I tried again this time slower to move myself. I succeeded and winced in pain as I slowly moved towards the washroom. Luckily I was right and it seemed like all the newsies were out selling, so no one had to see me like this.

I stopped in front of the sink and took in a deep breath before I glanced in the mirror hanging above it. I frowned at my reflection; it was once again showed a bruised and beaten face. I decided it was a good time to take a quick shower to rinse off; I turned on the water and locked the door to give me privacy. As I got under the water to rinse off my body, I checked my stomach wound. I laughed at the fact it wasn't that big of a wound, but it must have been deep since it was now stitched up.

After the quick shower I felt refreshed but I still felt the affects of the other night. I slowly walked back to Stealth's old room, not really wanting to rest in my bunk bed yet, knowing it would be loud and full of newsies soon.