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Summary: Darry played football, so he had to get injured at some point, right? Just a concerned family one-shot. Everyone is alive.

A/N: Confession, I do not know anything about football. Not even sure how many points are a touchdown. Bear with me please, I play basketball not football.

Darry: 16

Soda: 13

Ponyboy: 10

Darry's POV

It was the championship game. Everybody had been talking about this game for months. Both of our teams were undefeated for the season, the first time in thirty years for our school. We were behind by seven points, just one touchdown.

There were nine minutes left on the scoreboard which was enough to get ahead. We lined up and of course, I had the biggest guy.

I pushed that aside as we started. Paul had the ball and was running to make a touchdown, but the other guys were too fast. He turned to me and passed it. I caught it and quickly took off running. The guy behind me was gaining, but the were no open passes.

Suddenly, a guy that I didn't see at first came to my right and dove at my knees. The pain of the impact shot up my leg and I fell to the ground.

I heard some people gasp in the crowd and team. I heard the coach ask if I could get up. I was for sure my leg was broken so I told him no.

That's sure tough, I thought, but my reputation was barely on my mind. My mind was more focusing on the stinging pain in my leg.

I heard my mom talking to someone, but I wasn't sure who. I was loaded onto a stretcher and into an ambulance.

I heard my dad get inside.

"Did we win?" I asked him. He blinked once before laughing.

"Not sure yet," he answered honestly.

Sodapop's POV

I was fidgeting from anticipation. Paul had just thrown Darry the ball and Darry was running almost as fast as Ponyboy at his last track meet.

I saw another guy come up on his right to tackle him. I wanted to scream and warn him, but it was no use. The guy, number 48, tackles him and Darry went down.

His leg was bent out in an odd direction that made me want to puke. Mom threw her hand over her mouth when Darry refused to stand up. He could normally do almost anything through at kind of pain.

Mom went down to talk to the coach about Darry. When she came back she told dad to ride in the ambulance and she took us to the hospital.

Darry's POV

They had my leg in a green cast, which I was fine with, but the they told me that I couldn't play football for a few months. I was crushed, but glad because they released me and let me go grab my family who was in the waiting room.

Mom looked worried, Dad was trying to calm her down, Sodapop looked bored, and Pony was reading a book. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him having his nose in a book already.

"Are you okay, Darry?" Mom asked frantically. I smiled at her concern.

"Yes, mom, I'm fine," I assured her.

"I was worried. I love you, Darry," mom told me.

"I love you too," I echoed.

"Come on, boys, let's go home," dad suggesting, slinging his arm around Ponyboy and Soda while I followed behind in my crutches.

A/N: Yay, this was long for me. Almost 700 words. I hope that that was good because I had to reuse my dad's football injury because I'm not sure about the technicals and stuff. My dad shattered his leg in high school. Please review.