(DALLAS POV)
When I dropped to my knees I noticed the dark pool of liquid that surrounded my brothers body, it couldn't be his, no. It couldn't be.
"Kid?" I whispered to him, taking his head in my hands, his eyes were shut both looking like they would swell immensely. The sirens became louder, there is a difference between ambulance sirens and police sirens, these were ambulance ones.
The paramedics came over, one of them took one look at Jay and told the other one to get ready.
"What the fuck do you mean, get ready?" I shouted at them, being pulled back by police officers. The paramedic looked at me then looked away quickly. Jay was pulled up onto a stretcher and rushed into the ambulance. I felt like my heart was being ripped out, I don't even care for the kid, so I don't know why I'm bothered.
I tell myself that every time something happens to him, It's not true though. He's the only thing I love. If he died I'd sure as hell kill myself or wind myself up in jail for the rest of my life.
The ambulance doors closed, not even asking anyone to ride with them. Holy shit, it wasn't that fucking serious was it?
I looked around to see Darry taking care of Steve and Two-bit and Johnny stood at the side watching with huge eyes.
There was a couple of guys I didn't recognize, there was the one who I met the day I found Pony, the blonde guy who was shouting earlier and the little brown haired kid who I've seen Jay walkin' round with a couple of times. But there was about 7 other people I didn't know, three of them looked related somehow.
The ambulance doors opened and I was pushed by a police officer over to them, I wanted to punch him, fucking pushing me.
"Are you this child's legal guardian?" The Paramedic asked me, I almost laughed when he called Jay a child. He's not a child, I mean yeah he's only thirteen but he's tuff.
"Yeah" I replied coolly, poking my head around the paramedic to look at him.
"Come with me" He told me, walking back up to the van, I followed. The sight I saw was one I would be carrying with me for a good few years. As I thought, his eyes were both swelled up and blackening, his arm was bent in ways it shouldn't be, bandages were all around his chest area and his leg looked like it had been ripped apart.
I sat down on the chair next to the bed whilst the driver started up to go, just staring at his lifeless form.
"Man, you really got ya' self into it this time, kid." I said to him, shaking my head.
Suddenly the machine that was registering his heart beat went wild, thrashing up and down. The paramedic jumped out of his seat and began to do something on a table.
With one last beep, the monitor went blank. No jumping, no beeping, nothing.
"Jay!" I screamed at him, didn't that mean he was dead? gone? never to be seen again?
The two paramedics pulled up the paddles and placed them on his chest.
"Call it" one of them said to the other. He placed the paddles down onto his chest sending an electric volt through him. Nothing.
He tried again, no reaction. And once more, no reaction.
The paramedic turned to me and gave me a sad look. "Eleven twenty eig-" He began before a gasp startled us. It wasn't me, or the paramedics. It was Jay, he was sat up gasping for air.
The paramedic pushed him down and as he did this Jay was out unconscious again, but alive. "What the fuck just happened?" I half shouted at the paramedic, he didn't reply as we were now at the hospital. They both quickly wheeled him out of the ambulance and into the emergency room, I followed behind.
I power walked to the extreme behind them, before being stopped by one of the hospital staff.
"Are you this young mans legal guardian?" The old doctor asked me, raising an eyebrow at me. My shirt and jeans were ripped up and my face must have been pretty bloody.
"Yeah" I replied bluntly, trying to get past him. I was two seconds away from punching him in the face.
"I need you to fill out some documents for me, sir" He told me, looking slightly scared.
"Make it quick" I demanded, taking a seat in the waiting room. A nurse came over and handed me about two pages of documents to fill out. They consisted of things like, his name, age, height, hair colour, eye colour, and stuff like that.
I quickly scribbled down some information about him and went off into the direction that the nurses took him. My heart was fucking pounding out my chest, all of these years I was a dick to him, what If he doesn't make it, man.
Man, I think I've gone insane. Of course he'll make it, he's a tuff kid.
"Sir, if you would just like to wait here the nurses will fill you in on some information." Another doctor told me, trying to block me from going into the room with his hand. I gave a cold chuckle and pushed past him. He strode in front of me again and tried to block me for the second time.
"I'm about two seconds away from hittin' you" I half shouted at him, looking him directly in the eye. He shuddered before I pushed past him with a little more force that was needed.
I sped down the hallway towards the room I saw them take him into, when I got there he had all sorts of doctors prodding and poking at him. One of the doctors spotted me and began to walk out with an annoying look on his face; I was defiantly going to end up hurting someone today.
"You can't be here, sir." He explained, with a face of stone. I was ready to punch him into next week when a nurse comes from behind him.
"You're his brother, right?" She asked me, pushing in front of the doctor. She was about fifty and had curly grey hair. She looked like she knew what she was doing.
"Yeah" I replied bluntly, trying to look around them to see my little brother.
"Well, he's going in for surgery as we speak, he will later be transferred to the intensive is unit. His rib area is severely damaged. I will inform you of any further progress." She told me casually, not the slightest bit of remorse in her voice.
This was a fight I just wasn't going to win, so I gave in and sat down in the waiting area.
A few hours passed nothing. Not even a word. I want to just leave, go get wasted at Bucks, fuck a broad and sleep all day tomorrow. But I can't, can I. I'm just that pathetic that I'm stayin' in this god damn hospital stressin' over a kid I don't even care about. Maybe I really have gone insane, man.
"Dallas Winston?" He doctor called out to me and the few other people sat in the waiting room. I stood up and slowly made my way over to the doctor. I was exhausted; it was getting on for about 4am now. He looked at me, kind of seeing if I was too banged up.
"Your brother, I presume. Jayson Winston is in intensive care currently. He had internal bleeding after we found multiple stab wounds in the rib cage. Luckily no major arteries were hit. His arm is broken and his leg is severely wounded." He explained, flicking through his notes. "You may go in and see Jayson, if you wish." He concluded before walking away, not even sparing a glance back. I sighed and made my way into his room. I hate it when people call him Jayson, our dad used to call it him. It's Jay, always has been.
The room had whitewash walls, a white bed, white everything. It reminded me of the cooler. Jay had been cleaned up a little now. He wore a plain white t-shirt, grey sweats and white socks. It was actually pretty different to what they usually put you in. They'll usually try and get you to wear this girly fucking gown. His face was pretty smashed up, there was cuts all over, bruises and deeper cuts were all along his collarbone and neck, his chest was properly bandaged up, his arm was casted in an orange cast, he hates the colour orange, so this should be funny when he wakes up.
"Stupid fuckin' kid, man. I told ya' I'd got your back. Yeah, I did a great job of that didn't I, kiddo" I said out loud, sitting down next to his bed. For the first time in many years I had that feeling. I can't quite explain what it felt like. I wanted to cry, I admit it. The badass hood, Dallas Winston wanted to cry. I would have laughed at myself if I didn't think it would spark off the tears. Last time I cried was when I was thirteen years old, I'm nineteen now.
Me and Jay weren't the only kids in the family, there was four of us all together. I was the oldest. Jay had a twin brother called Luke, he died when him and Jay were seven after a drive by bullet went straight up on the block. I was thirteen at the time, and that was the last time I cried. The youngest of our family was Dean. He was only a few months old when me and Jay had to leave. Last I know of him was that he got adopted. Man, bet he's got a better life than us. He would be almost four now.
Snapping out of my thoughts I reached up to rub my eyes when I felt tears streaming down my face. Fucking brilliant, I'm meant to be a careless hood, not a cry baby. Fucking hell. I got up and walked out of the room to light up a cigarette. I've gone quite a while without one, probably a new record, actually. When I walked outside I was met with the bitter coldness of Tulsa. It sure does get cold on the nights. I shakily lit my cigarette, taking a drag and sighing in relief.
Man, If Tim Shepard could see me now. He'd be in stitches.
I sure hope the kid's not gonna' be all clingy after this whole ordeal, I don't think I could cope with being all loving towards him. I don't think he knows it, but he talks in his sleep, fuckin' wakes me up with it some nights. He'll always be saying stuff about me. Just a few nights ago he asked something along the lines of "Dally, why don't you love me?".
I guess I could give the whole loving thing a try, just for a day or two.
Man, this kids gonna' ruin my reputation.
this is so short omg, im sorry
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