I'm sorry that I haven't posted on here recently! I've been working on a few different fics, and school has started again. I'll try to post more often.

Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, it belongs to its rightful owners, you know the drill.

Crutchie read the note on the counter.

He sighed, learning that his roommate was going to be out for the morning.

Setting his crutch on the other side of the dorm room's breakfast bar, he shuffled along the perimeter, pulling himself along.

He reached into the cabinet and pulled out the box of cereal.

He hummed whatever song was currently stuck in his head, as he poured the box's contents into a bowl.

As he turned to open the fridge, he lost his footing, and tumbled to the ground landing on his butt.

He realized his predicament, and simultaneously his stupidity, as he had left both his crutch and his cell on the opposite side of the counter.

He was stuck. He could have crawled to the other side, but frankly, he was too lazy to actually move.

He scooted backwards to rest his body against the lower set of kitchen cabinets.

The only thing he could do was wait for Davey to get back, so he just simply said: "I'se fallen and I'se can't get up."

Crutchie faintly smiled as Davey walked in.

"Crutch! How long have you been like that?"

Crutchie paused, remembering. "I don't know Dave. Maybe since 9:30?"

"That's three hours! Why didn't you call?"

"The answer is in the palm of your hand- literally."

Davey lifted his hand to reveal the boy's cell phone.

"Oh."

Davey glanced at his roommate. "And your crutch is right next to it."

"Uh-huh. Now can you'se please stop starin' at me and help me?"

"Oh right, yeah. Sorry, Crutch."

"I's fine."

Davey came over to where the smaller boy was seated, and wrapped an arm under Crutchie's armpit hoisting him up.

Once he was standing, he set Crutchie against the counter. "Don't move," he instructed, running back to retrieve the crutch.

He handed it to the boy.

"Thanks, Dave."

"No problem. I can't believe that you sat like that for that long."

"It was actually very int'restin'. Did you know that we have eighty-two ceiling panels?"

"No."

"Well now ya do."

Davey chuckled as he sat down across from Crutchie on one of the bar stools.

"Don't be so stupid next time, Crutch."

"I'se won't be. I promise. God, i's like ya don't trust me."

"I don't."

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