A/N: This is my first attempt at an Outsiders fic. Oh, wait, I have to write a disclaimer, don't I? God, I've been on FictionPress for so long that I've forgotten I have to. R&R
Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders or "Camisado." The Outsiders is S.E. Hinton's and "Camisado" is Panic At the Disco's.
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
"Johnnycake?" Please don't let him be dead already. I know he was getting worse, but not yet. Please, not yet.
"Hey," Oh, goddamnit. He looked terrible. He's dying.
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal but we deal, we deal
"We won. We beat the Socs. We stomped them—chased them outa our territory." Johnny looked a little sick. Worse than he already did. Shouldn't he be happy? We beat the Socs. For him.
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal but we deal, we deal
"Useless…fighting's no good…" Pony was watching Johnny, his eyes wide and terrified. Johnny's dying, and there's nothing I can do about it.
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again
"They're still writing editorials about you in the paper." I sounded too calm and rational for my liking. Dallas Winston ain't calm or rational. But I continued anyways, speeding up my words. "Yeah, they're calling you a hero now, and heroizin' all the greasers. We're all proud of you, buddy." His eyes lit up. Pony looked real worried, though. He was watching Johnny, who looked like he had only a few minutes left in him before he gave in.
Can't take the kid from the fight
Take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
Take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
"Ponyboy." Johnny whispered. Ponyboy glanced at me, and leaned in to Johnny. Johnny turned a little, and looked him in the eye.
You're a regular decorated emergency
You're a regular decorated emergency
"Stay gold, Ponyboy." What the hell does that mean? "Stay gold." Johnny closed his eyes, and....oh God, no. No. Please, don't let him die.
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal but we deal, we deal
Ponyboy looked scared, and real confused. I wondered what was goin' through his head, 'cause all that was speeding through mine was, Please, please don't let Johnny die.
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal but we deal, we deal
I swallowed, and reached over to push Johnny's hair back. It was in his face…it was always in his face. Damn little punk. He's really dead. Damn God. You motherfucker. Why'd you let him die? He didn't do anything but heroics. And now he's dead.
"Never could keep that hair back…that's what you get for tryin' to help people, you little punk, that's what you get…" Please don't be dead, Johnny. Why'd you have to die? You damn punk.
Can't take the kid from the fight
Take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
Take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight
I pounded the wall, trying to beat the answer out of it. Damnit, Johnny was only sixteen. He ain't that much younger than me. And now he's gone.
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
"Damnit, Johnny…Oh, damnit, Johnny, don't die, please don't die…"
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
He's dead. Johnny's dead. Damn you, God. Damn you.
Can't take the kid from the fight
Take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
Take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight
I raced out of the hospital room. Johnny's dead. This can't be true. Please, God, don't let him be dead. Please.
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
A/N: I know it sucked. R&R