Rebuilt

Chapter 2

I land stomach down on the floor. One of my wrists was against my ribs and I can feel it digging in. I try to support myself and get up but my elbows give out and I land face first, cracking my head against the hard floor.

"Morris!" the boy yells. "What the hell!? The goil did nothin' to you'se. She's was just tryin' to defend herself."

Morris laughed. "Whateva' Newsboy."

Oscar had drove Medda out of the room before this happened it seemed for she and Oscar were no where to be found.

Morris disappeared from the rafters and I didn't see where he went next.

The black haired boy ran up,and sat beside me. "Oh God. That was a pretty high fall."

Something nuzzles the side of my head and I jump and quickly turn over rolling on my back. I exhale in pain as a clutch my right wrist and hug it to my chest. I see two blue eyes surrounded by fur pop into my peripheral vision. Misty looks me up and down and crawls on my chest. I wheeze out in pain and try to push her off.

The boy sitting at my side gently lifts her off my chest, and Misty lets out a meow of protest. He places the cat next to me and leans over my face. I stare into chocolate brown eyes.

"Ya forehead is bleedin' bad and ya wrist is broken too," he says. He takes his arms and wraps one under my knees and the other behind my neck cradling my head. Misty jumps on the boys shoulder and stays there. Looking at me, I know she isn't going anywhere.

"I'm Elmer by the way," the boy says. He looks down at me locking his brown eyes with my green ones. "I need to get you some help for dat there forehead of ya's and ya wrist too." He starts to walk.

Every step he took a sharp pain erupted from my wrist. That causes him to walk slow as he realized I was cradling my broken and contorted wrist in pain. He kept his voice quiet and calm as we exited the theater.

I focused of the freckles dotting his dirty nose and didn't say a single word. Misty looked down from Elmers shoulder and at me. I looked back at Elmers eyes and focused on them until I passes out from the pain.

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I awake to the eyes of ten or so eager eyes. I couldn't tell, I was one-hundred percent sure I was seeing double.

Shaken, I sit up quickly causing myself to slam my head against a metal bar of a bunk bed. I slam my head back against the pillow and bring my hands up to cover the bruise. I clunk myself in the head again with my numb wrist.

Some of the boys around me start laughing. Elmer turns around and stares daggers at them. "You'se keep laughin' Racetrack I'ma soak ya. That goes for you too Albert, Finch."

The boys continue to laugh. "Elmer ya just met the goil. Not like she's ya sistah." One of them with ginger hair says.

A boy with brown hair and hazel eyes stares at the three snickering teens. "The goil's hurt cant you'se see dat?" he asks, taking off his cap and running his hands through his hair.

They were all wearing hats. Even Elmer, even though I could have sworn he wasn't wearing one before.

"Oh okay, JoJo." The boy with the cigar says mockingly."

Another boy with glasses walks in the room with a towel and a bucket of water. That was one of the boys I saw at Meddas, I think.

"Here you'se go Elmer"the boy-Specs, I think it was- says.

Elmer takes the bucket and towel with a nod of thanks. He soaks the towel in the water and rings it out. Then he places it against my forehead. I close my eyes as the wet rag stings the cuts I have on my forehead. Elmers hand lingers for a moment before turning back to the boys.

"It's gettin' late boys, we'se have to carry da banner in da mornin' so you'se shoud gets some sleep." He stays perched where he was on the side of the bed with no intention to move.

"Elmer," JoJo says. "You'se should get some sleep too."

Elmer shakes his head, "I'se goin' to stay's 'ere wit da girlly." He looks at me and gives me a smile. "She don't look to good."

JoJo sighs and pats his friend on the back. "Good man."

Once JoJo leaves Elmer leans over and takes the rag of my forehead. I groan in protest. He smiles a toothy grin and dips the rag in the water. I watch as the water turns a light, runny read. Ringing out the towel again, he sets it back on my forehead.

A fuzzy creature jumps on the bed and onto my chest. I let out an oomph. Misty looks at me and meows continuously. I pet the cat on it's head and she keeps meowing. I try and shh the cat but she wont stop meowing.

The same ginger haired boy leans over the side of the bunk causing me to jump up and almost hit my head if it weren't for Elmer gently grabbing me by my shoulders. The boy frowns. "Tell that damn cat to shut up." Was all he said before his head disappeared.