Race walked up to where Feister was saw that Specs still had an arm around the smaller girl Blink was rubbing her back, and the rest of the boys weren't sure to do since they don't know how to handle a crying girl. The blonde then kneel and said, down. "Hey, Feisty." while placing his hand on her shoulder. But she didn't say anything.

Race knew that it was going to be very hard to get Feister to calm down. After all, it was already bad enough that Will came back, but now that the Delanceys were involved and Mush went to the Refuge. But with him being second and having a strong bond with Feister, he was going to do his best to make the small girl stop crying. "He's gonna be fine, I's promise," the blonde whispered quietly.

Feister looked up at Race with teary eyes blocking her vision. "What if he ain't," she choked out as a few more tears slip down. "Don't ya remember how Jack was after he escaped? Spider soaked 'im real good, he was in bed for days, an' what if-if, Spider an' those goons, what if they's...they's, an' what if he, don't...don't-"

"Think that," Race interrupted. "That's the fear tawkin'," he said while wiping away her tears. It was heartbreaking for Race to see Feister like this. She had always been a strong girl who never let anything or anyone get to her.

So seeing tears spilling down her cheeks, empty eyes, and broken down to a pile of nothing was really, really, really heartbreaking. "Look that kid is smarter than he looks, you'se of all people should know that. He'll come back; he may not look so good when he does, but I's know yer gonna be there ta patch 'im up."

Feister sniffed and rubbed her eyes. "But, I'm the-the reason that he got there in the first place," she let out quietly. Feister still couldn't believe her so called idiot of a brother would get the Delanceys involved just to get her back.

And in the end it was Mush who was the one who got taken away, when it was her Will wanted. She knew something bad like this would happen, but she didn't think it would've been that bad. And now her worst nightmare has come true. Her best friend was in that nightmare of a place because of her, and she couldn't do anything about it.

"No it ain't," Specs said softly. "It was the Delanceys an' that wanna be brother of yours that did it."

"But it was me they's wanted, not Mush. If-if-"

"Mush was here right now I's knows he wouldn't want ya blaming' yourself," Race cut off. "I's knows he don't blame ya one bit. An' I's know for a fact that all he cares bout is that you'se got out safe, he don't care what happens ta 'im, as long as yer safe, that's all that matters. That kid cares more bout you'se than he lets on."

Feister nodded slightly then latched onto Race, who wrapped his arms around her. He only hugged her tightly, and kissed the top of her head before quietly saying, "Everything will be fine, I promise." Feister didn't say anything, and only hugged Race tighter. Nothing else was said after that since Feister had calmed down a little. Plus if they said anything it would only make things worse.

Besides, what do you even say to a feisty little news girl who was unbreakable ended up breaking when her so called brother came, two bullies got mixed into the mess and her best friend went to the Refuge without making her break down into tears? Not really much, and all they could do was hug and rub her back, with a few kisses on the top of her head. After all, that's what Mush would've done.

After a few hours the boys all started to grow a little sleepy, but they didn't want to leave Feister for a second. So Race called lights out since it was either that, or they would all drop like flies in the next few seconds. No one argued and went to their bunks quietly. Feister stayed in the bunk room again, but she didn't climb into her bunk. Instead she went into Mush's. When she climbed up she laid her head softly on the pillow and pulled the blankets up to her chin.

None of the boys questioned why she switched bunks, they all knew the reason why. After the lights were turned off the last of the boys piled to bed and the newsies of Low Manattan

That night Feister laid awake, she was facing the left side, keeping an eye on the stairs; hoping to hear footsteps, but the only thing she heard were snores from the boys, and yet it seemed a bit quieter than usual. Feister snuggled her head into the pillow pulled the blanket closer. After a few minutes she ended up falling asleep, while hoping this was all a bad dream.

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It was late by the time Jack came back to The Lodging House. When he made his way up into the bunk room he saw there were sleeping and snoring newsies. Except one. Jack saw a dark figure was sitting up in Feister's bunk.

But he had a feeling it wasn't Feister since the figure had a much stronger built. When he walked up to the bunk he saw it was Race, who didn't notice that he was back. The blonde's eyes were on a small lump in Mush's bunk. Which he guessed was Feister and that Race was making sure she didn't get a nightmare.

"Hey Racer," Jack said as he climbed up the bunk and took a seat next to Race, who was fiddling around with his cigar.

"Hey Cowboy," Race replied while glancing over at Jack for a moment before turning his eyes back onto the sleeping news girl. "How was-"

"Not good," Jack replied quickly and quietly. He still couldn't get the picture of Mush's injuries out of his mind. "He got soaked real good, an'...how has Feisty been takin' it?" Jack asked changing the subject.

"Not good, she kept blaming' herself, an' kept worryin' the worst," Race explained. "Thankfully she fell asleep, but I's pretty sure she faked it for a few hours. She's been mummerin' things and kept tossin' an' turnin' a lot, but I's don't think she had a nightmare yet, otherwise she'd be-"

"No stop it, let 'im go! Leave 'im alone!" Feister said in her sleep as she tossed and turned.

"-That," Race finished.

With that being said Jack had jumped down from the bunk and climbed up the other and sat on the edge as he tried to wake her up. But nothing seemed to work. The only thing it seemed to do was just make her nightmare worse, which ended up waking the others newsies, who are all very heavy sleepers. But in a time like this everyone is on edge.

Anyways, after a few minutes and Albert's dumb idea to splash water on Feister to wake her up, she shot up, her breathing was heavy and her hair was starting to fall out of the braids she always wore.

"Hey Feisty, don't worry it was only a nightmare."

"Mush?" Feister asked quietly and hopefully.

Jack only sighed since Mush would usually be the one to wake Feister up from a nightmare. "It's Jack." Feister only nodded and sighed.

A single tear slipped down her cheek since she knew that what was happening wasn't a dream. "Hey Feisty, ya know Mush said ta not worry bout 'im, he'll be fine, an' don't go blaming' yourself." Feister only nodded and after a few quiet moments everyone piled back to bed. She then pulled back up and a few minutes later she ended up falling asleep.