(So this is a new fan fiction of the Outsiders. Yeah Dally's still alive...ENJOY!

*Disclaimer*: I am not stealing SE Hinton's ideas. I'm just a fan!)

I walked into the dark hospital. Room 25...that was the room. I finally reached it, my own personal hell. He was in there, probably so drugged out on pain meds. I creaked open the door, and entered the room.

Dally, sweet dally, was laying in the bed. His face was stricken with pain. He had just gotten in a wreck. He noticed me, and groaned. I couldn't help him, I wasn't a nurse. I was just his fiancee.

I woke up in a cold sweat. I was on the couch, at Darry's house. The dream wasn't true...but Dally's condition was. It had been a month since the car wreck.

It was 8:00 am, and I was drinking my morning whiskey. I just turned 19, and I was partially legal. The year was 1968, and it has been a month since the car wreck that left Dally with a cracked head, and a fractured rib cage.

2 hours later, I set out for the hospital. I was wearing Dally's ring, and his dogtags. My jacket smelled like him, like his cologne. I jumped in my car, and drove off, with a loud screech.

I was sitting next to Dally, waiting for him to wake up. "Dally? Baby?" I asked with a broken voice. I was secretly pleading he hadn't...hadn't died last night. If he did...

One ice blue eye fluttered open, then the other. "Hey Blondie." he coughed. You could tell he was shaking. He couldn't stand to see me like this. "Hi Dally." I muttered.

1...

2...

3 moments passed. He was studying me, smelling his cologne. Then he just coughed.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"You smell like Darry." he muttered, with a sense of suspicion.

"Yeah. I've been staying at Darry's." I snapped back.

I could tell something was up. His face went from neutral, to thinking, to angry.

"I suppose you've also been sleepng in his bed too. Telling him about how you have a fiancee that probably can't walk anymore! You're such a two-faced bitch!" he yelled.

"You know what? FUCK YOU!" I screamed.

"Get out of here Blondie!" he yelled.

"Fine!" I screamed. I pushed the chair back, and knocked his IV over. Throwing his ring at him, I flipped him off. Click, click, click. I could hear Dally pleading, apologizing, from down the hall. Let him cry, let him wail, I was so done. A nurse stopped me.

"Ma'am, your fiancee is calling for you." she said with a warm voice. Fiancee? Not anymore.

"Drug him up! I don't give a flying shit what you do with him!" I screamed in her face. I grabbed her clipboard, and threw it to the ground.

Next thing I knew, I was in handcuffs. Being dragged away. Fuck this town.