Spot Conlon: A New Adventure [2]

Chapter 13

Ise wake up in me bed at da lodge, Spot, Jack, Race, Blink, Crutchie, Mush, Skittery, Davey, and Les all sleepin' in beds or leanin' against da wall near me. 

"Race?" Ise say weakly. Everyone starts awake. 

"Jazzer! Youse had us worried." Race said, standin' up and walkin' ova to me. 

"Well, she should still have youse worried. Wese still need a doctor and wese ain't got no experience in dat area." Jack said. Suddenly, da door opens. Denton comes in... leadin' a doctor. 

"Denton? What is dis?" Spot asks. 

"I'll pay for the bills, don't worry about it." Denton says. The doctor inspects me leg. 

"She needs surgery. Now. I don't have time to go back and get sleeping medication or anything to numb the pain. We'll have to do it here, right now." The doctor said urgently. "I need a large bowl of water and lots of clean rags. And then you all need to leave." 

"Leave? She's me sista, Ise ain't leavin-" 

"Race. It's okay. Jus'... jus' go." Ise whisper. Spot looks at me. He looks like he's 'bout ta cry. "Youse, too, Spot." Ise whisper. They both nod and bring the things the doctor asked for. Then they leave, Race and Spot lookin' at me before they close the door. 

*Spot's POV* 

Wese all head downstairs, me last. Ise walk slower then da oddas, as if dat would help. 

"It's me fault." Ise say. "If Ise had look her ova last night, she might not have needed surgery dis urgently." 

Race claps me back. "It's all of our fault. Wese shoulda been payin' closa attention to 'er." 

Ise jus' nod. Sarah comes in and when she sees us all standin' there, not up wit Jazzer, she undastands. She walks ova to Jack, a fearful tear slidin' down 'er cheek. 

Wese suddenly hear an ear-splittin' scream. Race's face grows red and he punches da wall. Jazzer. A tear slides down me face, but Ise quickly wipe it away. Wese sit there foi a long time, listenin' to Jazzers screams, a few bois cryin' Race punchin' da wall everytime she screams. When she screams da loudest wese heard yet, Ise get up from da chair Ise been sittin' in and stalk outside. Once Ise there, Ise start punchin' da wall as hard as Ise can. 

Dis is all me fault, no madda what Race says.

*Jazzer's POV*

Afta Ise scream louda dan Ise has been, Ise start pantin' me side hoits now, too. Da doctor has da bullet out and has stitched da wound. When he sees me clutchin' me side, he comes ova to inspect. He places his hand on me side and his face turns grim. 

"You're lung isn't positioned correctly. With all the blood you've lost... I'd say you've only got two weeks to live. I'm sorry, kid." He packs his bag and leaves me to sleep. 

*Spot's POV*

Ise go back inside ta see da doctor comin' downstairs. 

"Is she okay?" Ise ask. Ise da foist one ta ask. 

"Well, the bullet's out.... but...." 

"But what?" Race demands. 

"But her lung is set in the wrong place. With all the blood she's lost after the surgery.... I'm guessing she only has about two weeks to live if we don't operate soon." 

"What?" Ise whisper. Ise can feel da blood drain from me face. "No, no, not again. Dear God, not again." Ise look ova at Denton who has the money ready. 

"Sorry, guys." He says. He has a tear runnin' down his face. "I can't pay that. I-it's too expensive." Race starts sobbin' and so do Les and Sarah. Mush and Blink wipe away tears and Boots sniffles. But Ise punch a hole in da wall, me face now red wit anga.