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Chapter 22 - Morris x Elmer (with some Orace.)

- Chapter 22 - Escaping the Refuge -
Warnings: Abuse, worry
Canon Era
Third Person POV

Requested by: selectedshipper . Thanks for the request. It's not great, but I tried.

Morris wasn't hated by the Newsies anymore, which was good.

Sure, some of them didn't trust him too much.

But the one he had fallen for did.

Elmer Kasprzak.

He was adorable!

Morris swore his heart melted every time he opened his mouth.

While Spot had gotten them to trust Oscar and Morris, some of them still weren't too trusting of them.

Morris understood; he had been horrible to them before.

Oscar was happily dating Race now and Morris could only wish for that.

Weasel had fallen ill, so Oscar and Morris took over selling the papers to the Newsies.

They still had to go to the Refuge, but they never beat anyone up.

Snyder didn't have to know.

Morris walks into the Refuge, Oscar only a step behind him.

Snyder met them in the hallway, holding someone behind him.

"Good, you're here." He smirks. "I have someone for you to take to one of the rooms upstairs and then watch the kids in there." He informs them.

Oscar and Morris nod, their faces emotionless even though there was a blazing fire of hatred inside of them.

They could never let him know.

Snyder forces whoever the kid was to stand in front of him, before throwing him towards Morris.

Morris catches the kid.

Snyder walks off, towards his office.

Morris lifted the kid into his arms, before he got a good look at him.

"Elmer." Morris breathes, eyes-wide.

Oscar's eyes widen.

Elmer coughs weakly, seeming so out of it that he couldn't focus.

"What do we do?" Morris asks his younger brother.

"You take him to the room upstairs. I'll convince Snyder to let me leave for a bit and I'll go get Jack and bandages." Oscar responds, a certain urgentness in his voice making Morris panicked.

Morris ran upstairs, while Oscar ran towards Weasel's office.

Elmer looked horrible.

There were bags under his arms, scrapes all over his face, arms, and legs. He had bruises on his stomach, his clothes were torn.