Okay, for Tonight || Newsies Race x Oscar

Chapter 7 - Race - "You Have to Help Him!"

- Chapter 7 - "You Have to Help Him!" -
Warning: Soaking
Third Person POV

Race runs into the Manhattan Lodge. Someone was in his arms, unconscious.

The boys all look over at him, shocked when they see who's in his arms. Oscar.

"Race! What happened?" Jack asks, shocked as he looks over the two boys.

Race was crying, and barely able to hold Oscar, who was a tad bit bigger than him, and Oscar, well, Oscar was a bloody and bruised mess.

"He was stumbling as he tried to get to me. He weakly called out my name before falling to the ground, unconscious. You have to help him!" Race exclaims. Jack looks torn.

"Race-"

"No, Jack. I get that you don't trust him, but don't do it for him, do it for me. Manhattan is known for helping anyone, I get that he's done some bad things, but it was to protect himself and his brother. You've done stuff that you shouldn't have for us too" Race interrupts. Jack sighs, smiling slightly.

Jack makes a motion for Specs and Mush to help. Specs takes Oscar from Race's arms, as they rush upstairs.

"You're gonna make a great leader one day" Jack tells Race, patting him on the back. Race weakly smiles at Jack.

"Bro, you could be a lawyer one day!" Albert exclaims, as the other boys nod in agreement.

"No matter what I say, ever, remember that there is a reason I chose you as my second." Jack tells Race, who nods, smiling a bit. "Now Boots, run and grab Davey. Race, come upstairs with me. Everyone else, stay put for a little. No one leaves without telling me."

Jack and Race head upstairs, where Specs and Mush are treating Oscar's injuries.

When they're done, they put him on Jack's bunk, as Race sits next to him on the bunk.

"What do you think happened?" Jack asks Mush and Specs, who shrug.

"Not sure. Someone definitely had a weapon, or two. We found old, untreated injuries, never mind the recent ones" Specs informs Jack, who nods, pitifully looking at Oscar.

Sure, he still didn't trust Oscar that much, but he had a feeling that he knew what happened and he felt bad. Based on Oscar's past, he was hoping he was wrong.

They stood there in silence for a few minutes, Race was silently praying for Oscar.

After a little, Davey came into the room.

Jack took Davey into the hallway to explain what happened with Race bringing him in and what he thought had happened to Oscar.

Then, they heard the door fling open, and someone shout. "Ho bisogno di Race!"
(Translation: 'I need Race!')

"Smokes! The Italian! No one can understand you!" Ace exclaims. Smokes just shrugs.

"Di cosa hai bisogno, Smokes?" Race shouts down to him, confused. Smokes shoots Ace a deadpanned look. Ace rolls his eyes.
(Translation: 'What do you need, Smokes?')