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Cade/Joan:

“Cade.” Joan shook him again. The unfamiliar feeling of tears in her eyes made her jump. It had never occurred to her how much Cade had become a part of her life. He was a hero. A leader. So much in this city depended on him. If he died-

The door opened. Joan leaped to her feet, her hand grasping the handle of a blade in it’s sheath at her side. Her eyes were wide with apprehension. If this was the government, and they found out who Cade was; he could be killed on the spot. Her face relaxed and her hand moved off the knife handle as a dark-haired teenager dressed in torn jeans and a gray hoodie stepped in.

“Jordan,” she said sharply.

He jumped and looked at her.

“What were you doing out so late again?”

“I’m sorry Miss Joan,” his eyes fell to Cade’s motionless form on the floor, “Miss Joan! What happened?”

“Exhaustion. He finally broke. Jordan I need help carrying him to one of the beds. Can you help me lift him?”

Jordan was on his knees by Cade’s side, “He’s- He’s not breathing!! Why isn’t he breathing?” the teenager’s deep brown eyes were wide as he looked up at her.

“I don’t know. But I need help Jordan,” Joan knelt, “Please help me lift him,”

Jordan didn’t respond. Standing to his feet, he bent over Cade and lifted him up over his shoulder. He stumbled slightly under the weight, “Where are we putting him?”

“No. Jordan please let me help you. You’re going to hurt yourself,”

“I’m fine!” Jordan’s eyes flashed dangerously, “Just tell me where to put him,”

Joan looked at Jordan’s face. Already the boyish life was draining his cheeks and his lips were trembling. But she knew his mental wall was preparing to go up and once it did, she would get nowhere with him. She shook her head, “Follow me,”

She led him into the room where the older boys slept and looked around for an empty bed.

“We can put him in my bed,”

Where will you sleep? Her mind asked. On the street no doubt. She answered her own question as she led him to the back corner where he normally slept. As carefully as he could, Jordan laid Cade down. His face was pale and twisted with pain as he straightened back up and looked at her.

“Jordan. . . sit down,”

“No. I’ll get the Sparrow doctor,”

“You hurt your back. You need to sit down,”

“I’ll sit down after I get the doctor.” He started towards the door with a grunt of pain.

She grabbed his shoulder and turned him around, “Jordan.”

“Lemme go!”

“I’ll go for the doctor,”

“No way!! You’re a girl! You shouldn’t be out on the street this late, alone.”

“You’re hurt,”

Jordan tugged away from her, his nostrils flaring and his voice rising, “I’m going, Miss Joan whether you like it or not,” His chin lifted in defiance.

As much as she didn’t want Jordan to hurt himself even more, Joan knew Cade might not have much time. She bit her lip, “God be with you Jordan,”

He streaked away. As she sat back down beside Cade she wondered if Jordan would even make it to the doctor’s. But all she could do was wait while she did her best for Cade.