The clinic was filled with patients when Specs and David got there. While David went straight to Les' bed, Specs wove his way through the others until he found the doctor and then waited quietly behind him.

Noticing Specs standing there, the doctor asked pleasantly, "What can I do for you?"

"I heard y' got no…" He quickly corrected himself, "…you haven't got any help. I'd like to help out, if I could."

"That would be greatly appreciated, young man," the doctor said, relieved. Putting out his hand, he introduced himself. "Terry Bradshaw."

"Sp…Seth. Seth Goldstien," Specs said, shaking the doctor's hand.

"Well, Seth, mind if I put you to work right away?"

"No sir!" Specs replied, excited to finally have his chance to work with a real doctor, as he had so many years ago.

"Where I really need help is over here," Dr. Bradshaw said, leading Specs to the area in which Les was, an area occupied mainly by young children, none of them over twelve. "It's easy to take care of the adults, but the children need constant attention I don't have the time to give them."

After familiarizing Specs with each of the children, Dr. Bradshaw resumed tending to the other patients.

Soon, a young girl - about 11 years old, Specs guessed - began crying. Approaching her, he took a damp cloth and laid it on her forehead. He could feel the heat from her skin, almost as if he had his hand over a fire. Her blond hair was spread in sweat-soaked strands across her pillow, and when she opened her eyes, they almost seemed a chalky blue, with no shine to them.

"I know you," she said softly.

A bit surprised, Specs said, "I…I don't think so…"

The girl slowly nodded her head. "Sometimes I stay with my aunt, in Harlem, and once she bought a paper from you."

Amazed, Specs asked her, "How'd you remember that?"

"Because," she explained, "you're really handsome."

Specs resisted the urge to start laughing. He very seldom got comments like that, let alone from a young girl. "Th…thanks," he stammered.

Obviously exhausted from her illness, the girl soon fell asleep. Specs quietly got up and continued tending to the other children. He started thinking about his girlfriend, Elizabeth.

They had met two years ago, on the East side. She and her family had arrived from Ireland a month before, and she was having a hard time fitting in. Specs had shown her all the sights in New York City - at least, all the sights that were important to a newsy - and, to his surprise, Elizabeth had been impressed, almost entranced, by what he showed her.

Now he stood in the corner of a makeshift medical clinic, wondering if she was all right. He hadn't seen her since Saturday night, and he was becoming worried that she had gotten what everyone else had.

He also worried that this would turn into the same tragedy he had faced six years ago. How many friends would he lose this time?