Race could feel his heart race as he analyzed the girls face. She had the same red hair and ocean blue eyes like he did. The more he looked at her the quicker his body flared up and his vision became blurrier until, it all went black.

    Spot quickly went over to Race's unconscious body, "Race." He said as he began to gently shake the boy, "Race?" He said again with panic in his voice. When Race didn't respond to Spot's calls and frantic shaking, Spot flung Race over his shoulder, "Sorry Eliza, I gotta get em back to the lodgin' house." He yelled behind him as he started sprinting off the Brooklyn bridge, "Oh, okay!" She yelled after him, realizing it was hopeless she walked away.

    Spot sprinted off the Brooklyn bridge as fast as his little legs could take him. He was terrified that Race was dead,  but Spot could feel Race's hot breath on his back which gave him little comfort. He neared the Boarding house and kicked the doors open, nearly knocking over Two Bit, "Sorry Two!" Spot yelled as he was half way up the flight of stairs that led to his room, with Race still over his shoulder unconscious, "It's alright boss!" Two Bit yelled back standing up and walking back to his post.

    Spot used his only free hand to open his bedroom door. He might have not cared about other doors leading him to kick doors down, but his room was special because it was his. He shut the door behind him, "God Higgins, please be okay." He muttered as he gently laid Race onto his bed. He then walked over to an old wooden chair that sat in the corner of his room and placed it beside his bed. He then walked, well sort of ran, to the bathroom and wet a washcloth. Spot then slowed down when he heard Race scream, "Fuck." Spot mumbled before he opened the door with a fake smile on his face, "Hows my little Race doin?" Spot announced with his arms wide open, while the cloth began to drip on the floor, "FUCKIN TERRIBLE MY SISTER IS ALIVE YOU ASS HOLE!" Race yelled sitting up, flailing his arms,

      "WELL DAMN RACE, I DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU WERE THAT SELFISH!" Spot yelled back, mocking Race's arm dramatic flailing. 

     "WELL," Race yelled but stopped to tell Spot why he wasn't selfish, "I am not selfish. I just didn't tell ya everythin'." He said weakly, Spot furrowed his brow and replied, "Alright, so, tell me." Spot sat down as he finished. Race sat there staring at him for a while before shaking his head no for a response, "Oh come on Race. I've saved ya life how many times now and ya still can't trust me?" Spot's voice cracked with sadness in the end and his eyes looked pitiful, and his head hung low,

    "No, no." Race said as he lifted Spot's face, "I just. It's, about my mudda and fadda and my dead sista who you may be dating and who may be alive." Spot looked even more confused than before, "Okay, I am about to tell you the biggest secret ever. Can you promise me that you'll never tell another soul?" Spot just stared blankly at Race.

Authors Note: Sorry about the late upload. Life has been hectic! Hope you enjoyed! Don't forget to comment and like! Love ya! - Rjp5304