I ran inside, pushing strangers and greasers out of my way. I kept searching for a familiar face; I would even be glad to see Dallas at the moment. I tried to find someone through the crowd of reporters and journalists. Dark skin and big brown eyes emerged from the sea of people; Johnny. He was okay! The little puppy that looked like he was kicked too much was standing there, brusied and scarred but okay! I was speechless. Instead I ran up to him and wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him tight. I began to bury my face into his chest, crying. Ariela came over and squeezed my shoulders and soothed me with long strokes up and down my back. I pried myself off of Johnny and Johnny gave Ariela a kiss on the mouth and a hug. His neck was bloody and scarred, but with everyone being lost, he wouldn't notice. "How's Everyone? Tell me who's hurt and who's not. Tell me who's dead. Tell me Wha-" I sped up talking. "Ponyboy, calm down... I'll tell you..." Johnny said, wrapping an arm around Ariela. "Ok?" "Ok... Sodapop's gonna be fine. He just beat up his arm up pretty badly. Steve had to get stitches in his chin and lip and forehead, but nothing else. Dally hurt his leg real badly; they think he broke it. Two-bit's got a broken Arm and ankle and busted his head open but when I saw him he was laughing and being good ol' Two-bit. I got scarred but nothing serious..." He said. I was silent for a minute. "How's Tommy?" I whispered. He didn't mention him and Darry for a reason. I knew Johnny by now. "Tommy... Well... He's dead, Pony..." I started to cry. I loved my nephew. I loved him more than Darry did and I took care of him more than Ariela did. He was like my son. I burst into tears, becoming hysterical. "Ponyboy, I'm so sorry..."Ariela and Johnny whispered. I waved it off, wanting to know about Tommy's father now. "How's Darry?" I asked. Suddenly a tight pain in my stomach told me not to ask; that he was almost dead or already was. Johnny fiddled with his hands and looked down, almost in tears. "Johnny, tell me how he's doing!" I exclaimed. He shook his head and picked the white part of his fingernail off and let it widdle to the floor. "Johnny, tell me! He's my brother!" I shouted. He shook his head again and tears slid off his face. "JOHNNY, GOD DAMN IT! TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH DARRY!" I hollered. Everyone looked at me. I couldn't help to feel embarrassed. And guilty. I couldn't yell at Johnny like that. He was still a puppy. More and more tears slid off of Johnny's face and onto the floor. "You know what, Pone? He's nearly dead! He hit full on collision! Doc says if he does recover he ain't ever gonna work again and his head is severely messed up! He messed up every damn cell in his body and he's dying now! Is that what you wanted to hear? No! I don't think it was!" I broke down on the floor in tears. And I cried and cried until I blacked out.