Short fic writing trip

We's a family 3

She didn't wake up until two days later.

The newsies worried their visitor wouldnt wake up at all, but multiple times they checked her pulse and breathing, and multiple time it was still there.

So it became a matter of waiting.

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It was early in the morning, long before any of them had to be up. They hadn't been able to sleep well with the unease they felt having an unconscious girl with them, so they took to getting ready and just hanging out until they needed to head out.

Then they heard it, the smallest whimper, coming from a bunk.

The girl was waking up.

Soon all the newsies were situated around the bed, anxiously awaiting the opportunity to talk to her. She groaned and attempted to roll over, but winced as the pain set in. She slowly opened her eyes, taking in the scene before her.

And then she screamed.

"Who are you? Where am I? What happened? Who's you sell me to? Is this the refuge? Why am I here?" She started spouting off rapid fire questions, trying to scramble away from the boys, only to realize A) there was a wall stopping her from getting far, and B) everything hurt like hell. She yelped in pain and that's when Jack stepped in.

"Woah woah woah settle down girly, you's gonna hurt y'self more than you's already is. We ain't gonna hurt ya, promise." He said with a calm voice, as if he were talking to a skittish animal. She froze, darting her wide eyes around the room, presumably looking for an escape, or anticipating something.

"Guys, back up, give da goil some room, she's shakin like a leaf," The boy with the cigar spoke, and the others heeded him. Jack took to kneeling at the foot of the bed and held his hands up in a gesture meaning he meant no harm, and started speaking slow and soft to the frightened girl.

"We's ain't gonna hurt ya, I promise that. You's in the newsies lodge house. I's the one who found ya, you's was beat up real bad in an alley and I couldn't get ya to no hospital in time. Specs dere fixed ya up," he took a moment to point to the scrawny kid with glasses, who in turn waved at her and smiled. "You's been out fer two days, but we tooks care of you's. You probably shouldnt'a been moving as much as ya did dere, might'a messed wit something, and had ta hurt. So would ya take a deep breath and try not ta hurt ya self more? 'Ere, like this," Jack took in deep, long breaths, using his hands to ask the girl to mimic him. At first her breathing was hitched and came out in sputters, but slowly it started to even out, and the girl was much calmer. But without the fear, the adrenaline faded and she began to feel how bad of a mistake moving was.

She groaned in pain and Jack cautiously stepped toward her, repeating 'I ain't gonna hurt ya' to her as he helped her lay back down on the bed. She stilled once more, still darting her eyes around the room.

"What's yer name girly?" Jack asked.

Seconds passed but the girl remained silent, so instead Jack took to introducing the other boys in the room.

"Dat dere is Crutchie, and next to 'im is Albert." He pointed to the boy with the crutch and one next to him with a backwards cap.

"We got Racetrack ova dere," the boy with the cigar nodded, "and Elmer ta da left." A small dark haired boy smiled.

"Romeo's da creep who wont stop droolin ova ya," Racetrack said, smacking Romeo upside the head.

"Got Mush up dere," a boy smiled, two of his teeth were missing, "and Blink," a dirty blonde boy with a patch over his eye waved, "and das about it 'round 'ere. Oh and uh I'm Jack." He smiled awkwardly, which caused the girl to giggle softly. She seemed much more easy than she was a moment ago, and with it came her willingness to speak.

"Call me Siren."