AHHH! I'm so sorry it's taken so long! Plus I never really updated because I redid a chapter and all that stuff!

Ps. I'm not a doctor so any medical things might not be accurate but I'm not looking anything up

Anyways I hope you like.

I don't own The Outsiders

Ponyboy POV

I woke up to the sun beaming into the room and complete silence. My head was a lot clearer than the last time I woke up, and I wasn't in as much pain. My side still hurt, but this time I could handle it better. Then, like a ton of bricks, I remembered what happened.

I looked over and saw Darry sleeping in a chair next to the bed. Why isn't he at work? I thought. I reached over and shook his shoulder, careful of the IV in my hand.

"Hey, Darry," I said. He woke up instantly and looked at me.

"Ponyboy, are you okay?" He asked.

"I think so," I said. He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Gosh kid, you had us scared to death," He hair running his fingers through my hair.

"I'm sorry," I said. I felt so guilty about the whole thing.

"Hry, you have no reason to be," He said looking me in the eyes.

"How long have I been out?" I looked around, "Is this a different room?"

He looked at me for a second, "Well it's Monday, and you've been in and out of consciousness since Saturday from the medication, among other things. As for the room, you were in another room when they brought you in. You had a small fever, shock, concussion so the doctors wanted to keep tabs on you. "

I looked around the room for a moment. It's weird knowing I missed two full days of my life. I didn't even want to think of all the school I was going to miss.

"Where's Soda?" I asked.

"He's with Two-Bit and Steve downstairs, I'll go get him if you want," I nodded and looked down at my hands. I sort of felt bad. I didn't want Darry to think I didn't want him around, I just wanted to see Sodapop. Actually, I just wanted to be back home in my own bed.

Ponyboy POV But later in the day

The doctors told me I had to stay in the hospital for the next few days. That really bugged me because I hated being in the same room for a long time, let alone a few days. Plus Darry and Soda would need to go to work and everyone else would be in school. But Two-Bit said he and Johnny would ditch lunch to come see me.

But I think the worst was questions. The cops came to ask me questions about what happened, and to tell you the truth, I was freaked out. It's a intimidating to have a guy with a gun and a taser ask you questions.

But it wasn't too bad I guess. The detective was the one who asked me the questions and he was nice I guess. Although I think he was a little intimidated by Darry standing behind him making sure he didn't say anything out of line.

Even the social workers came which was worse. But luckily the doctor convinced them I was in no condition to be asked so many questions, so they left. I guess he saw how worried we all were All I really did was sit and read all day. I was just about to finish a chapter when I heard a knock at the door and looked up to see the nurse come in.

"You have visitors, Johnny and...Two-Bit," She said in a nice tone, "Would you like to see them?"

I nodded, and Two-Bit came running in wish Johnny slowly following behind rolling his eyes.

"Ponyboy Curtis, the king has come," Two-Bit said messing up my hair. He placed a few notebooks on the table beside the bed, "Here's your school crap. Man, you are the only person I know that thinks about homework when they're in the hospital. Johnny, this boy is not normal."

"Some people think about more than girls and cars, Two-Bit," Johnny said, sitting down in one of the chairs

"Well look who's getting sassy," Two-Bit said joining him. I just rolled my eyes and put my book down. Then the room got quiet for a moment. But then Two-Bit said something.

"So, how're you doing kid?"

"I'm okay I guess, the doctors said I could go home in a few days,"

"That's good," Johnny said. There was a lot of awkward tension in the room.

Two-Bit nodded "Year, maybe you'll be out before the rumble. Of course you won't fight, Darry would kill us all but..."

"Wait, just wait a minute, rumble?" I interrupted. "No, I don't want anyone getting hurt because of me. It's bad enough..."

"Kid, we gotta do this. We can't let those bastards think they can take advantage of us. And Dally's especially pissed for what happened to him, so really..."

I interrupted Two-Bit and said, "Wait, what happened to Dallas?

Two-Bit signed and looked at Johnny. "You wanna tell him?"

Johnny shook his head, "Not really,"

"Someone had better tell me," I said. They both looked at eachother for a moment, and then Johnny spoke.

"Dally got arrested," Johnny said. I was a little confused, Dallas always got arrested. But there had to be more to the story, and I guess Johnny saw how confused I was because he continued.

"Dally got arrested, because they thought he was the one that...stabbed you. So..."

"So he's in jail because of me," I said looking down.

"No, no not anymore," Two-Bit said, "They let him go a few hours ago, and it wasn't your fault. He gets hauled in for everything. Usually it is for good reason, but this time was different. They would have kept him longer if you hadn't told the cops otherwise. That's why he's pissedl"

I leaned against the bed and looked up. I was tired of all this. I wish I had never gone to the movies that night, or fallen asleep in the lot.

"Dally said he was coming to see you," Johnny said, "Steve too,"

That was strange, Steve didn't like me enough to care if I was in the hospital or not. I heard another knock on the door and this time, Soda came in.

"Hey Ponyboy," He said. Even Soda didn't sound as cheerful as he used to. Soda turned and said hi to the guys.

"Well, Johnny and me should be going," Two-Bit said getting up. "Take care kid,"

"Bye, Ponyboy," Said Johnny. Two-Bit said something to Sodapop in hushed tone, and Soda nodded. We said bye to both of them as they walked out the door.

Soda came and sat at the edge of the bed. He messed up my hair and just looked at me for a second. There was not usual light in his eyes, they looked like they did when our parents died. Scared and unsure, not reckless and outgoing.

"How are you doing?" He finally asked, "And I mean really,"

I paused for a moment, "I'm doing good."

He looked at me for a long time, like he didn't believe me. I looked down, knowing he was right not to.

"You know you can talk to me right?" He said with pleading eyes.

"Of course," I said.

I knew he wanted me to say something else then, "I'm fine," or 'I'm okay." But I couldn't. I just wanted to forget the whole thing and have everything go back to the way it was before. But I knew that wasn't possible. I don't know how long it will be before I can truly talk to someone.

Well I hope you liked that. And as always, please review, but no rude comments please.