{ Warning: Mentions of suicide, kissing, and Self Harm}
Spot suddenly heard a voice. A voice that was singing.
Though we don't share the same blood
You're my brother and I love you that's the truth We're living different lives
Heaven only knows
If we'll make it back with all our fingers and our toes
Five years, twenty years, come back
It will always be the same if I was dying on my knees
You would be the one to rescue me
And if you were drowned at sea
I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe I've got you brother-er-er-er
I've got you brother-er-er-er And if we hit on troubled water
I'll be the one to keep you warm and safe
And we'll be carrying each other
Until we say goodbye on our dying day Because I've got you brother-er-er-er
I've got you brother-er-er-er
I've got you brother-er-er-er
I've got you brother-er-er-er If I was dying on my knees
You would be the one to rescue me
And if you were drowned at sea
I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I've got you brother-er-er-er
I've got you brother-er-er-er
Ace. That was Ace and Spot's song. Spot decided to let Ace know that he was awake, so he did the first thing his mind came to.
"Though we don't share the same blood
You're my brother and I love you that's the truth We're living different lives
Heaven only knows
If we'll make it back with all our fingers and our toes
Five years, twenty years, come back
It will always be the same
I've got you brother"
Spot started coughing up water and blood. It hurt like hell for Spot. "Smokes, Hotshot, Cloth, Red, Waves, Dice, get up here!!!" Ace had yelled. Spot has started crying, when Ace had yelled it hurt Spot's ear like a metal pole to the head. "Hey, hey, Spot it's okay." Ace said this while rubbing Spot's back.
The boys came running up the stairs. They all were so happy to see that Spot was alive and awake. They went into the bathroom and started talking, they thought that Spot couldn't hear them but he could, he heard every word they each had said. He was really crying at this point. What if Cloth and Hotshot were right? What if he was dying slowly? Spot hadn't stopped throwing up blood yet. Ace came storming out of the bathroom, water pooling the edges of his eyes. He came and sat beside Spot and said "Everything's gonna be okay Spot, you'se gonna get threw dis." Spot didn't believe a word Ace had just said. He knew that Ace was lying, he knew that Ace didn't know if he was gonna be okay or not. And everything was not fine it was the opposite of fine, for hell's sake Spot had just tried to commit suicide! And he almost succeeded.
Spot had tried to go to sleep but he couldn't, he just couldn't, not with everything going on. So he just clung to Ace. He knew that Ace was worrying about him, and he didn't want Ace to worry. "Please stop worrying bout me Ace." Spot said his voice sounding scratchy. "Spot, your my brother, I'se always gonna worry bout you'se." Spot started crying again and kept saying "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." "Hey Spot, no, no, it's okay, your here with us now, and that's all that matters." Ace pulled Spot into and Spot actually gave in and hugged Ace tightly. They both soon fell asleep.
[ Time skip to morning]
"Ace pleasseeee!!!??" Spot said begging Ace. "No Spot, you'se can't sell today, I'se won't allow's it." Ace said firmly already made up his mind. Spot sighed loudly. He knew what he did last night, he knew that he's still not fully recovered, but he needed things to get back to normal. "Spot, you'se can barely walk let alone sell papes." Ace said while giving Spot a sad look. " I'se know, I'se know, but's I'se just want things ta go back ta normal." Spot said while tears started to form in his eyes. "I'se know Spot, but things ain't gonna go back to normal right away's." Spot nodded his head understandingly.
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