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Chapter 10

Darry POV

When I dialed the number, Soda picked up on the fourth ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey Soda. It's Darry."

"Darry? Hey. What's up?"

"Hey. Ah... Soda?"

"Yeah Darry?"

"I don't really know how to tell you this, but ah... Is Steve with you?"

He sounded confused, and said, "Yeah... Why?"

I said, "Could you guys come to the... Hospital?"

I heard Soda gasp. He said, "Darry? W-what happened? Is everything alright?"

I just said, "I'll tell you when you get here."

He said, "We'll be there soon."

And with that he hung up.

I sighed. I wanted to spend time with my youngest brother, but I had to go wait for the other.

I went into the waiting room and waited.

Not to long later, Steve and Soda came.

They both looked confused and concerned.

"Darry?" Soda asked. "What happened?"

I said, "Ponyboy got jumped again."

Steve looked guilty. I knew that it wasn't his fault that the socs got him.

Soda said, "How bad? Is he okay Dar?"

I sighed and shook my head. He looked ready to cry, they both did... In a way.

I said, "He hit his head. Doc says he might wake up. If he does, he'll be... Different. And, well, If he doesn't..."

They got the point. I could tell. Soda said, "Can we see him?"

I nodded. They followed me to the room.

I opened the door, followed by Steve and Soda.

Soda went to our younger brother's side and grabbed his hand. He said some of the same things I did.

He looked at me and said, "Do you think he'll wake up soon?"

"I don't know. I really don't"

"He better. Those socs are going to get it."

He said to Ponyboy, "Hey buddy. Can you wake up? Please?"

He got no response. I think that that was one of the first times that I could remember where Soda said something to Ponyboy, and Ponyboy didn't respond.

How could people do this to a kid? An innocent 14 year old kid?

Soda gently rubbed his hand, and said, "Were here for you buddy."

It was true.

The part that made me upset was that... I was late. Who knew that a few minutes could cost me my brother's life?

I just really hoped that he would wake up. The thought that he might never wake up was really starting to bug me. Bad.

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It was two days later. I just finished my shift at work. I was done for the day. I thought about going home , but decided to go to the hospital.

I wanted to bring Soda, but at the same time I wanted to go by myself.

I got there and pulled up. I parked the car and went inside. There was a note on the door, which freaked me out a bit. All it said were the times for visiting hours.

I was relieved. I still had time.

I walked inside and walked down the long, white hallways.

I went to Ponyboy's room, and opened the door. He didn't move from the last time I saw him. There was a nurse in the room, just checking on all of the equipment and stuff.

"Hi." He said as I walked in. I said the same thing.

I asked a question that had been bothering me for a while.

I asked, "If you talk to him, can he hear you?"

He said, "Well, we don't really know at this point. I would talk to him though. If he can hear, and if he wakes up, it gives him a chance of knowing you were here. If he can hear you, it might tell him that he knows you."

I nodded, and he kept going.

"He'll get used to you if you talk to him. I know he knows you, but if he wakes up with something like a concussion, he might not know you right away, as he would if nothing was wrong. If he wakes up, note that there is a chance he will be different, when it comes to thinking."

If. I hated it when he said 'if' he wakes up.

I knew that it was an if, but I didn't want to know that.

I liked to have hope.

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