From Crutchie To Wheels (And a Little Les Trouble)

Breakout

(I'm really sorry for not updating in a month. I hate when people do that. Its been a long semester and I'm just done. For theatre we have monologues as our final exams and I absolutely hate mine. My teacher also called me a whiney actor and it really hit me hard. Like it hurt so bad I just ran to my friends and cried for the rest of class. Sorry for the rant.)

All of the newsies were still in shock about Les. But they had to be strong and put their feelings away if they were going to get Specs back. He'd been in the refuge for a week now, and the boys weren't sure if he was still alive or not.

All of the guys except the injured and a few to look after them marched on down to the refuge, but before they could even get close to the gates, Snyder appeared.

"You weren't planning on sneaking blind boy out, now were you?"

"As a matter of fact we were gonna come down here and demand him back."

"And why would we just hand him over?"

"Because we have back up. DR. PRANDIN? THIS IS THE PART WHEN YOU COME OUT!" Jack screamed.

"Long time no see, Snyder."

"Back at you, Henry. I thought you were dead."

"Well after mother kicked me out, I ran away with my boyfriend and we got married." Race perked up listening. "We started a hospital for the poor kids who can't afford it. I thought you had done the same until I met Jack here and he told me all about what you've done with this here refuge."

"I don't know what to say brother, except..." Snyder grabbed his brother in a choke hold and held a knife to his throat.

"You can have Blind Boy and Gaybie gets it. Or you can have Gaybie and Blind Boy gets it. Your choice, Cowboy."

Jack looked worriedly at Dr. Prandin, but Dr. Prandin only grinned. "Your choice Jack. It's fine. I've lived long enough. Save your friend."

"3!"

"Jack it's ok. I'm an old man. I've lived a full life."

"2!"

"Jack!"

"FINE! I say... NEWSIES! STORM THE GATES!"

Snyder dropped the knife and Dr. Prandin punched him in the nose. "Sorry, brother."

All the newsies flocked towards the gates. They ran through guards, knocking every single one out, including the Delancey brothers. They ran up the stairs to the bunks and burst through the door. The first thing they saw was a one legged boy sitting next to a highly bandaged boy on a bed.

Brit walked up to the Newsies.

"Who are you guys?" Asked Brit

"I think the more important question is who are you?" Race asked, obviously interested in Brit.

"We're newsies. You got a Specs in here?" Jack asked.

"Yeah on the bed. Be careful. He's not doing too well."

They all ran over to Specs to check him out. Dr. Prandin stepped from the middle of the crowd to inspect him. "Oh boys, looks like Specs has a broken wrist. Careful with that."

Race and Blink picked up a groggy Specs off the bed.

Race whispered in Specs ear, "Don't worry boo, we'll help you get better."

"Timmy" was the only thing Specs could say. Race looked kind of hurt.

Timmy slowly got off the ground and leaned against the bed.

"Yeah, Specs?"

"Come with us."

Timmy looked at Jack, who nodded.

"Ok."

Jack picked up Timmy and put him on his back like a piggy back ride.

"What about the rest of us?" Asked Timmy.

"If we can get everyone out safely, I can let them stay at the hospital until they heal and can find somewhere to stay," suggested Dr. Prandin.

"Ok." Jack said. "Newsies, help these kids back to the hospital. And hurry. Who knows how long we have until Snyder wakes up."

With that, each small child was carried easily by one person, along with the older kids, too.