The next day started out like any other day. I got ready bought 100 papers and started selling. With the terrible headline I could barley sell seventy. I sold the unsold newspapers back. My I started walking over the Brooklyn bridge to talk to Spot and give him his money. I took a deep breath once I started to think about Spot. He wasn't getting any better. But at least he wasn't getting any worse. Maybe I should think of a better time when Spot wasn't going through so much. I started thinking back to when I talked to Spot on the docks about the poker game. I laughed thinking about it. I thought of how annoyed I was. He'd really gotten on my nerves that day. I'd dreaded seeing him then, but if I hadn't seen him I wouldn't be where I was. I wouldn't be in love with Spot. But thinking of life without that would be the worst thing I could ever dream of.
I rushed to the boarding house in Brooklyn. I greeted the Brooklyn newsies one by one. Than I walked into Spots room.
"Hey Spot." I said.
"Hey Faith."
He was siting on his bed relaxing like he usually was.
"Do you ever get bored just sitting there?" I asked as I walked over to his bed.
"Well what do you think?" He laughed.
"Sorry it took me a little longer than usual. The headline was really bad and-"
"Faith you really don't have to do this."
I kissed him. I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
"Don't cry! I'm okay, my walkings even getting back to normal now." He said.
He whipped away my tears.
"Really?" I said.
"Yeah. Faith help me up!" He said excitedly.
I helped Spot up. He could only take a few steps until his legs would hurt badly or he'd just fall all together. Once he was balanced he looked at me and smiled. Then he took a deep breath and started walking. I counted his steps as he walked. He got more than half way across the room before he fell. I managed to catch him.
"I'm better, I told you! I'll be back on my feet soon. Then you won't have to sell papers for me." He kissed me.
I helped him lay down.
"I'm so proud of you!" I said. "How many more was that than usual?"
"Seven and I did more earlier!"
"How many?"
"Eleven."
"Thats so great!"
He grabbed my hand.
"I love you." He said.
"I love you too Spot." I said wrapping my arms around him. He held me gently to his chest. I felt my heart pounding. He kissed my neck.
"How was your day?" I asked.
"Amazing. Better now though."
"Your so sweet."
"Yeah I'm a charmer. So what about your day?"
"Boring. I'm excited for you now though." I said.
"Did you ever think maybe you should take a break?"
"I don't need to take a break." I said.
"I think you do."
"Spot I-"
"Faith this is taking a toll on you. You need to relax." He said sternly.
"You know I can't do that." I said.
He looked at me for a while. His blue eyes staring into mine.
"I just want you to be happy." He said.
I leaned down and kissed him.
"I'm happy with you."
I left a little while later. Meeting up with Race on the way. Race was starting to get over his gilt. He was thinking about telling Jack and it was about time.
"I didn't think you were ever going to tell Jack." I said.
"Well I have to."
"I'm glad you're ready to admit this to him. It's really about time now that thinks are cooling down and all."
Racetrack nods. Some people were worried that Steel would come back and try to get revenge (again). But it's been awhile so everyone is getting less worried. We wouldn't let down our guard though. Once we reached the boarding house I got the usual questions.
"So how's Spot?"
"How are his cuts?"
"Will he walk on his own soon?"
"Alright! Alright!" I call out. "Spot's finely getting a little better. He took some more steps and soon he'll be back on his feet with out needing help."
The newsies clapped when I said Spot was getting better. I was just glad that Spot would be better. I just wanted him to be okay. Jack walked over to me.
"So Spots getting better now, thats great!"Jack said.
"Yeah it really is." I smiled.
"It's nice to see you happy. Lately you've been stressed."
Was it really that obvious? Was it like a had a sign on my head or something? Jack was right I'd been very stressed. Maybe I should take a break. Things were getting better and Spot was too. With no sign of Steel everybody was winding down, maybe I should be too.
For the next few weeks Spot started to get better and better. As he was taking more steps and it was all going quite well. I was happy for Spot. He wasn't yet ready to sell the newspapers on his own but he would be soon. Things started drifting back to normal (sort of).