Newsies One-Shots

Chapter 39 - Spot and Race

Race Goes to Spot on Instinct When He Feels Sick
Ship - Spot and Race (brotherly)
Era - Modern
Triggers - Mentions of drugging and manipulation, crying and sickness.

Race swayed as he walked through the walls of the apartment complex he'd been at many a time prior.

He could probably make his way around with his eyes closed.

Though in retrospect, his vision was so blurry he felt like he was.

He knocked on the door he was so familiar to once he was outside it.

Wincing at how loud the sound was, he rested his head against the door frame, relishing the cold wood against his warm forehead.

The squeak the door let out upon being opened made Race's skull feel like it was being ripped in two.

"Race what are you doing here?" Spot asked.

"Spottie, I was having a night in with Leo and then he made a drink for me and now I feel weird. Everything is so loud and bright and it hurts." Race flung himself onto Spot, starting to cry into his shoulder.

Spot wanted to stab someone, he hated Race's boyfriend, he manipulated Race and didn't treat him like Race should be treated.

"Okay buddy, why don't we sit down, I'll turn off all the lights and I'll play some of your favourite songs quietly and you can curl up in a blanket?" Spot suggested. "I'll keep you company."

"That sounds nice," Race mumbled, leaning against Spot's side. "What about Leo? He'll get mad, he doesn't like it when I see you or any of the boys."

"It's okay, I'll text him and tell him you're here. I have an idea you won't be seeing him for a little while."

Race nodded, satisfied with Spot's answer, he'd honestly stopped listening after he said it was okay.

He slowly made his way to the couch where he curled up in a ball and left room for Spot to sit with him.

He didn't want to make Spot have to sit on the floor in his own apartment just because he was feeling a little unwell.

It was just rude.

Spot lay a blanket over him before switching off all the lights except for the dim one in the corner of the room and grabbing his phone and speaker.

"Which one of your playlists do you want?" he asked quietly.

Race shrugged and dropped him head onto Spot's lap. "Just the songs one."

"Okay." Spot turned on the music and got it as low as it would go. "Can I ask you something?"

Race nodded and rolled onto his back so he was looking up at Spot.

"Did the drink he made for you taste funny? Or just not like what it usually does?"

"It tasted a bit off, I didn't think anything of it though," Race explained. "He was probably just using a different brand than usual."

"Alright Racer, you relax, I'll be here the whole time."

Spot opened his text messages and pulled up his conversation with Jack.