Attention ~A Newsies Story~

Broken Noses//Screwball

A/N: Sorry for the wait, I have trouble publishing chapters because I cant use my laptop a ton. 

TW// blood, a er visit, a few sexual references 

Nothing. He couldn't find anything, in fact Spot Colons only had a little bit of stuff on his social media, a few pictures of him and Race, football stuff and a few fiery tweets. Nothing unusual for a jock.

What was funny was Race's social media, a two year gap, starting up again right where Spot's started. The last one before that was from 4 years ago, when he won a basketball game in High School. His last one.

Albert thought it was strange but also didn't think too hard about it. Maybe he had taken a break or something.

Smalls had nothing out of the ordinary.

Albert thought back to what Hotshot had said and decided to message him about it.

Albert: „Hey its Albert, what were you talking about earlier about colons ‚little side hoe'?

He got up to get a bottle of water from the fridge when he saw it was 12:55pm and he had a lecture at 1.

"Oh shit-" he quickly tossed on his shoes a sweatshirt he realized wasn't his but didn't care.

"Fuckfuckfuck where are my keys? I can't be late dammit." He ran out the dorm, locking the door and sprinting to his class.

The door was locked.

Albert huffed despite being out of breath. He leaned against the wall; it was only 1:09.

"Stupid ass strict old man."

He started to slink back to his dorm, moving quickly with his eyes on the ground just before his face came to a rude meeting with it.

"What the fuck!" He exclaimed as he rolled over clutching his nose. Throught his watering eyes he saw the figure if another man.

"I'm so sorry! Here take my hand," he recognized Race's voice.

Getting up on his own he wiped his eyes before realizing they were bloody.

Race's eyes were wide with shock and his face drained of its little color.

"Is there something wrong with my face?" Alberts tone was anything but pleasant, his nose hirt like hell and felt off centered.

Race stammered something incomprehensible, "it- i- your nose- shitshitshit, ah blood." His hands shook as he yanked a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Albert.

Maybe his nervous system is a vibrator and that is why he shakes so much. Albert thought as he held it to his nose then winced; he couldn't touch it.

"I uh think you need to go to the hospital," Race said softly, "I can take you, but i don't have a car-"

"Well shit- we can take mine. You know how to drive right?"

"My license is expired." Race avoided eye contact.

"I dont give a damn as long as you don't kill me driving. Let go."

Albert tossed Race his keys and started to speed walk towards the parking lot.

Albert was faster than Race but through his pain he wasn't very patient.

"Albert, wait! You're bleeding everywhere. Holy shit you have a lot of blood."

Suddenly Race yanked off his shirt and held it up to Alberts face, "Here."