Chapter 11, sorry for errors or if its bad, review and tell me how you think I could improve, or send in your own ideas if you wish :D enjoy

Darry POV

The ride to the hospital was pretty quiet. The whole way there, I was thinking about the passed events. We got to the hospital a few minutes later, behind the ambulance.

The main thing going through my head was 'He better make it.' One guy got out of the back of the ambulance and made his way over to us.

I recognized him as the same guy I spoke to earlier.

The other two guys stayed in the back of the ambulance. We were all watching the guy walking towards us, waiting for the moment that would either make all our fears go away, or only strengthen them.

Man in ambulance POV

The moment I stepped out of the back of the ambulance, I saw the same three boys watching me. I peaked inside the ambulance one more time, and looked at the lifeless form of a teenage boy. Here came the hardest part of my job, breaking the news to the families.

I made my way over to the other boys, and I could feel all of their eyes watching my every move, but I was used to it, doing what I did at my job.

When I got up to them, I just asked them questions.

I started with, "What is his name?" The oldest one answered with a "Ponyboy Curtis"

I didn't believe him for a second, but by the look he was giving me, I knew he was telling the truth.

I asked, "How old is he?"

He said, "Fourteen" I was right, he was fourteen.

I asked who was the guardian even though I had I feeling I knew who it was, then asked who was family.

He answered with, "I'm his guardian, my name is Darrel Curtis, and here is my other younger brother, Sodapop Curtis." He said, while pointing to one of the other two boys. I had a feeling that he was family because him and Ponyboy had a bit of a resemblance.

He continued, "And this is Two-bit, our cousin." He said, pointing to the other boy. I nodded, dreading what I had to do next.

I started with, "Well, Ponyboy was in a very bad condition when we got to him, and he didn't have a pulse either." Feeling their stares still on me, I kept going, "We did everything we could to get it back, but... I'm very sorry, but he just didn't...Make it."

As I said this, Sodapop fell to his knees, sobbing his eyes out. I felt so bad, sad...And helpless.

Darry crouched next to him and hugged him from behind, also sobbing now. Two-bit joined in as well, and that's when I noticed all the blood on Darry's shirt, arms, and hands. I saw the same thing on Two-bit, and almost felt like crying myself.

I could really tell that they loved Ponyboy very much.

Darry started looking up at the sky and crying out, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Why was he sorry? Surely he didn't hit him with his truck. Sodapop sobbed out, "Why did you yell at him?!" Two-bit butted in with a "Soda!" While Darry whispered, "Why'd he listen to me? I didn't mean it."

I wanted to give them some space, but I felt frozen in place. In a way, I think I know what happened. Something about Darry yelling at him... Darry blaming himself... Then it hit me. Darry must have yelled at him, and he ran out. He must have got hit while running.

Looking at Darry again, he looked guilty, the worst type of guilty look I've ever seen. I felt so bad.

Where were their parents? What happened to them? If Darry was the guardian, did they die? Or leave?

I had a feeling that they died, because I couldn't just see them have three children and just leave them.

Now I really felt bad. Either way, these boys didn't have parents, and they just lost their youngest brother.

Sodapop started sobbing even harder now, Two-bit strengthened his grip on the brothers, and Darry, Darry kept whispering, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" The whole time I was frozen, watching the three boys, as they all ended up letting their grief go.

Soda POV

Once the man got over too us, he started asking Darry questions, but I was too worried and upset to pay much attention.

When I heard the man say my brothers name, I gave him my full attention. I was listening to his every word when he said, "Well, Ponyboy was in a very bad condition when we got to him, and he didn't have a pulse either."

He stopped for a second, and it felt like my heart skipped a beat, to nervous and scared to find out what had happened.

He continued with, "We did everything we could to get it back, but... I'm very sorry, but he just didn't...Make it."

The moment I heard him say Make it, I felt my legs give way from underneath me, as I landed on my knees. Darry tried to catch me, but failed, and started hugging me and sobbing too. I felt Two-bit start hugging us as well, and by then we were all crying.

I felt a little bit of anger towards Darry, but nowhere near the same amount of power that the sorrow had on me.

My rage was yet again replaced with sorrow and sadness as Darry kept whispering, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

He truly was sorry, but that was never going to bring my younger brother back. Now, no matter how anyone tried, no matter how hard someone wanted him back, he was gone, forever.

I sobbed out, "Why did you yell at him?!" Two-bit butted in with, "Soda!" While Darry whispered, "Why'd he listen to me? I didn't mean it."

As I was thinking this in my head, I felt the other two greasers do the same thing I did, let their grief go.

Two-bit POV

As soon as he said, "Well, Ponyboy was in a very bad condition when we got to him, and he didn't have a pulse either. We did everything we could to get it back, but... I'm very sorry, but he just didn't...Make it." Soda collapsed onto his knees.

Darry started hugging him, and I joined in, close to the same way I had earlier, except earlier was different. Darry wasn't hugging Sodapop. He was hugging a bleeding Ponyboy. It was different mainly due to the fact that Ponyboy was alive at that point.

I broke. I started crying, the hardest I had in one night in years.

I knew that I cared about Ponyboy, but I never knew that I cared about him this much. That proves it that sometimes I do tend to treat him like my younger brother.

I had a feeling that right now Ponyboy was happy. That made me feel happy for a second, but I was still pretty sad, so I started thinking about all the things that Ponyboy could be doing right now.

Maybe he's with his parents, Dally, even Johnny.

He is free from all pain, forever. This made me feel a little bit better, but I would miss him, for who knows how long. I will never forget him.

Right then, I remembered his eyes before he died. He was sad, but also happy, and that made me feel better.

Darry started looking up at the sky and crying out, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Sodapop sobbed out, "Why did you yell at him?!" I said, "Soda!" While Darry whispered, "Why'd he listen to me? I didn't mean it."

Darry still felt guilty. I know he didn't mean it, I wish he just knew that Ponyboy was happy, him and Soda. I knew he was happy, I just really wish they did too.


Please enjoy this, and remember that this whole thing is still Darry's memories of this night, from chapter 2, review and stay gold.