Chapter 4: Everyone's POV's

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Darry POV

Ohgoshohgoshohgosh. He was so pale, as pale as the sheets covering him. That was the first thing I noticed after I walked in the door. Then I noticed the fact that he was awake and breathing, no matter how labored it was. Then shortly after, I noticed all the machines he was hooked up to.

"Oh god, Pony." I heard Soda whisper hoarsely as he ran to his bedside. Steve was looking like he was going to be sick. Two-Bit was pinching himself like he was trying to wake up from a bad dream. I wished it was a bad dream. I would give anything for this to be a bad dream; for me to wake up and Pony would be calling, watching everything unfold on television as we did, saying that he hadn't felt well and had stayed home. But it wasn't a bad dream. It was reality. Then I was there at his side, clutching my shaking baby brother to my chest.

Pony POV

I whimpered in pain as Darry pulled me close. He squeezed my broken ribs, making may wound give a painful throb. I hadn't thought he'd heard me, but he pulled away sheepishly. He looked guilty about hurting me. Then I saw Soda brush the hair out of my eyes, tears threatening to slip from his own. I mustered all my strength and reached my hand up to brush against his cheek, to comfort him. My effort had the exact opposite effect, however, and he held my shaking hand to his face and cried.

Soda POV

I had never felt so helpless than in that moment. He was probably dying and there was nothing I could do. He was slowly and painfully slipping out of this world and into the next. The doctor wasn't even sure that he would live or not. He told us that Pone had about a 30 percent chance. One of the bullets pierced his left lung, and another went through one of the main arteries in his upper leg. The poor baby. He'd lost so much blood, way too much. All I could do about it was cry and hold his hand. Maybe offer a bit of comfort.

Two-Bit POV

He was dying. He was dying. That mantra kept repeating in my head, over and over, never stopping. He was dying. That was all there was. None of us could do anything more than cry like babies. That would probably only upset him, killing him quicker. I sucked in a deep breath, trying not to cry. I couldn't breathe. I had to get out of here. I had to.

Steve POV

I saw Two-Bit race out the door and decided that that wasn't such a bad idea. I followed after him, on the verge of sobbing. Once we got back to the waiting room, we both let go. We bawled like babies, clinging to one another for dear life. Pony couldn't die. We wouldn't let him. I wouldn't let him. That was that. And that was a matter of fact. He would have to fight like hell, but we'd help him through it. We'd always be there. No matter what.

A/N: Sorry it's so short, but had to type this in a hurry. I hope to see lots of reviews, and maybe, just maybe, see you at the Greatest Free Show on Earth. Have a nice day. By the way, next chapter will be a tragedy fan's heaven. Now, Dei has left the building! Bye!