I'm back! Please don't murder me! I've honestly been stuck with any ideas for this story for a long time… ._. So because I've been gone for so long, it's going to be a yippee skippy amazing chapter *starts dancing* let's do this!
Disclaimer: *cries* I don't own 'The Outsiders' S.E. Hinton does… :P
Third Person POV (oh em gee a different POV!)
Sodapop's head whipped around at the faint beeping from across the room. His eyes flickered over to his brother's body, which was pronounced dead not too long ago. It seemed as if his younger brother were gasping for air, his chest quickly rising and falling, his breathing was off and it sounded as if he had asthma and had just ran a mile. "Darry, are you watching this?" the middle Curtis asked. He then sprinted down the hallway, past the group of nurses, trying to find the doctor that had been in the room earlier.
"C'mon kiddo, come back to us, don't leave us like this," the oldest Curtis' voice trailed off. He realized that what he recently said had made no sense, seeing as Pony had already left them. Somehow he was coming back? Soda sprinted back into the room, doctor in tow. He opened his mouth as if he was going to shout with joy at the miracle, but no words came out. He gestured to the teenager who was hanging on for his life, struggling to regain his breathing, but yet his eyes were still closed. The doctor starred towards the middle of the room, a quizzical look plastered on his face,
"I-I-I don't believe this," he stammered, "he was clinically dead…" With all the gasping, the heart monitor was now beeping uncontrollably. From the looks of it, you would think that with all the struggling, he would be having another nightmare. He'd had a lot of those and would sometimes wake up screaming, in a sweat too. His eyes snapped open; the green orbs were wide, dilated. You could mistake the huge, scared look for Johnny Cade's only difference was that Johnny's were caused by his parents. Pony's were…well no one could exactly tell, everyone thought he was dead.
Someone had exited the room, this time it was Darry. Sodapop was keeping a close eye on his brother, who looked like a deer caught in the headlights at the moment. The doctor rushed out of the room to go announce what would be a miracle to some, a stroke of luck to others. Sodapop just sat there mumbling phrases such as, 'Thank God', 'He's alive' and numerous others. Darrel returned with some coffee for both of them. They haven't slept all day and they were still incredulous about what was happening right before their eyes.
"W-what happened?" Ponyboy questioned. His voice was hoarse. The brothers could barely hear but they could tell he was saying something because they never took their eyes off of him. Darry sat there and rubbed his temples, too grateful for words. Soda had no idea how to explain it. Realization hit Ponyboy and he winced at the memories, slumping into his hospital bed. "Kiddo, Pone you were dead for while. You flat lined alotta times, we're lucky you're here right now." Sodapop stated as Ponyboy's eyes widen,
"You mean…." He gasped, his two brothers knew exactly what he meant and nodded their heads. He shot up from his bed, a little too fast and his face grimaced in pain. The nurse slowly walked into the room, "Sweetie, the doctor says you also have a couple bruised ribs so don't move much, also watch that head of yours, got quite the cut. Doctor didn't tell you because he thought you were worrying enough already," she stated as she slipped another I.V. into Ponyboy's arm, giving him more blood to make up for the large amount he had lost.
The youngest Curtis shuddered at what had happened in the past twenty four hours. He had the whole event on replay in his head, getting worse each time he thought about it. The other two brothers exchanged quick glances at each other, not sure if they should have him talk about it, or wait till he was ready. "Pone…" Darry started, but was quickly cut off when his brother turned his back against him and squeezed his eyes shut. A lot more may have happened that night for the fourteen year old but he remembered the thing the tore him apart, Darry hit him.
Ponyboy just thought about everything, the kidnapping, the car wreck, the pain, the socs, but most of all, the emotions. Should he forgive Darry? After all Darry was just worried, well that's the way Soda and everyone else put it. Somehow he was trying to convince himself that it was no big deal that it could've been worse, but it was like lying to himself. He'd never made Darry that angry, he'd never been that afraid of what could happen next. He'd never thought that could've been his last moments with his brothers, he'd never thought that he could've died within seconds. Just like Darry said, he never used his head.
Sodapop eyed his brother, worried. He never turned them away; he was always one to say what was on his mind. The recovery was going to be long and slow, but most of all painful. Could Pony ever trust Darry? He sure hoped so, Darry was a wreck. Soda looked over at him and he had a pained look on his face, the look of guilt. Soda knew it wasn't his fault, but how long would it take for Pony to realize it? He knew that Pony was a wreck, physically and emotionally, but one way or another they were gonna have to get through this and no matter how long it took, the three of them would stick together. They were a family, they were the Curtis'.
Ta da! Not my best but let me know what you think! Compliments, ideas, anything just click that little review button!
~Dom :)
