* I do not own the Outsiders
What if Bob wasn't the one stabbed, what if it was.....
(PPOV)
Coughing and sputtering on the ground, blinking black spots out of my vision, I looked over to where my attackers were.
Horror and fear gripped me like a vise as I saw what lay in front of me, apparently I wasn't as entertaining to the drunk bastards as Johnny. I saw Bob walking/stumbling towards Johnny, Johnny's blade held out. The other Socs laughed at Johnny's wide eyed, panic expression.
Oh shit.
Just as Bob took his first swipe at Johnny I lunged.
"Bob! Watch the other kid." I don't know who yelled it, but it was slurred in with a mix of profanities. Bob whirled around to look and jabbed the blade out wildly towards me. I was already weak from my near drowning minutes ago.
I felt cool steal break my flesh. I distantly heard someone scream and with a jolt I realized that it was my voice I heard. I dropped to the ground and looked towards my side where I saw a black handle with a wet substace on it.
I felt oddly detached as I looked at the switch lodged into my side, somewhere in my rib cage. Pain brought me back to my senses and I groaned. I watched as the Socs fled to their car.
"Johnny? Where are you?" I rasped.
"Ponyboy?" His face appeared above me. "I'm so sorry Pony, but this is going to hurt." I looked at him in confusion, it already hurt. He yanked on the switch and it dislodged. I was now somewhere between swearing and crying.
"Johnny, I'm scared. I want my brothers." I sobbed. "It hurts like hell."
"I know Ponyboy. Don't worry your going to be okay. I needa go get your brothers, we gotta get you to the hospital. Just please try to stay awake, can you do that for me Pone?" Johnny took off his jacket then his shirt. He pressed his rolled up shirt against the wound and lay the jacket over me. I moaned.
"Just hurray. Go." I didn't wanna be left alone here of all places, but I had enough sense that if he didn't go get help, I was going to be deeper in shit than I already was.
Can this night get any worse?