Wow an update. Hey miracles happen. Even so I do not own The Outsiders.
"Family of Dallas Winston?" Carol looked up. George held out his hand and helped her out of the chair.
"I'm his Aunt Carol Hansen."
The doctor shook her hand. "How is he?"
The doctor smiled. "Dallas will be just fine. He is suffering from exestuation, a minor sprain and a minor concussion. He took a fall trying to get a man and his horse up a slope. A rancher found them on the land and notified the authorities. The horse is in good hands and the number of the rancher is at the front desk."
"He's okay. He's okay."
"Can we see him?"
"Of course."
"And um how is the man?"
"I can not disclose any information at this time."
"The man James Kingston, he is Dallas's father."
"Your brother in law then?"
Carol shook her head and George put his hand son her shoulders. "He and my sister were never married."
"I see. Does Mr. Kingston have any other relatives I could call?"
Carol shook her head. "His father died a few years back and nobody knows where is mother is. He doesn't have any siblings."
"I see. Very well then."
* * * * *
"Dallas, Dallas wake up." Dallas groaned. "Dallas get out of bed." That voice, it was so familiar but Dallas could not place it.
"Dallas Kingston!"
Kingston? But that was James….
"Dallas don't make me come in there."
Dallas opened his eyes. He recognized the room. It was the one where James's study, he knew the wallpaper. But it was made out like a bed room. 'What the…"
"You better not have been about to cuss Dallas Kingston. You're not so old that I can't wash your mouth out with soap."
Dallas looked toward the door and paled. Her face was older then he had known it but unmistakably beautiful. "M…..m….mom?"
Annie smiled. "Well I've been called worse."
Dallas felt his heart race. "Mom?" he asked again.
Annie frowned. She walked over and put her hand to his forehead. "You're not warm. Are you okay Dallas? You haven't been out drinking have you?"
Dallas shook his head. How hard had he hitten his head any way?
Anne made to get up but Dallas grabbed her wrist, she laughed slightly. "What in the world has gotten into you?"
Dallas shook his head. "Breakfast is ready. We're all waiting on you?"
Who was waiting on him?
"Um, okay."
"'Well get dressed. The food will get cold."
"Yeha, um right."
Annie shook her head and walked out of the room. Dallas stood up. He looked around and found a dresser and got some clothes on. He walked out into the kitchen.
His mom and James were sitting at the table with a little boy who looked very much like him. A black haired girl was sitting in a highchair. Her face was all James.
"What?" Dallas thought.
"Bout time you got up. Food was getting cold."
"Harrison..." Annie warned. Dallas looked at the boy.
'But ma…"
"Your brother is a little off this morning." "Brother? I aint got a brother."
"He's always been wacko. Now it's just there for the whole world to up and see." That kid had an awful lot of nerve…..
"Dally, Dally." The little girl said happily.
"Eat up kiddo. Your old man needs help in the barn." "Since when does James joke around?"
"Dallas, Dallas?"
"Dallas... Dallas..."
Dallas Winston groaned as he opened his eyes. He moaned and closed them again.
"It's Aunt Carol. Are you okay?"
"It was just a dream."
"Dallas can you open your eyes for me."
Dallas blinked. Carol smiled and squeezed Dallas roughly. He winced pretty sure he had a broken rib.
"I'm okay. I'm okay. Get off."
Carol relented. "It's good to see you're okay. I was worried. Do you remember anything about what happened?
"James, James?" James was still in the car pinned in. And there was blood, a lot of blood. He was all scratched up and his shirt was red. Dallas bent down "James, James, James." There was no response. He could see Johnny, fire all round pinned under the beams. He was screaming, just screaming.
'Don't die. Don't die." He had not been able to save his mother or Johnny. He could not would not lose James too. Dallas felt for a pulse. It was there, faint, but there. James was so cold. Dallas sighed..."
But he wasn't moving. Dallas pulled a knife from his belt and started to get James out. But he was stuck and still bleeding. All of a sudden he stopped breathing.
"No, not now. Please. Not again." Dallas was losing all composer
"James, James." He called shaking the man, teeth shattering. "James, come on this isn't funny. "Dad"
Dallas sat his back against the car. He looked up at the sky. 'Don't take him from me." He yelled crying. He was becoming hysterical, something he never cared to do. "Don't you dare take him from me, not him too?"
Dallas shook. "All you do is take. Take, take, take. I get it okay. I deserve this... I deserve everything you throw at me. But Johnny and ma they aint never done nothing. James he aint done nothing. Don't do this to him. For once have mercy on me. I need him okay. I need him. I'll change just don't take him from me." He yelled.
Dallas leaned his head in his lap running his hands threw his hair. "Stupid, stupid..." He looked at the sky again. "I'm a stupid no good lousy piece of shit and I know it okay. I aint never been no good to nobody. But I'll change. I'll do anything. Just don't take him please. I don't deserve anything from you but please just this once. I won't ever do nothing ta make you mad again."
Dallas heaved. "I'll go to church; I'll clean up my act. Anything you want. Just don't you take him from me please? I was wrong, you're right. Just please, please..."
Dallas heard a moan behind him followed by a grunt. He looked up at the sky in wonder.
"Yeha. "
"James is going to be okay, thanks to you."
"Oh." "Thank you thank God. Thank you."
"You will be too."
"I could have told you that." I'll change. I'll do anything.
"I mean I'm glad."
Carol raised an eyebrow looking very much like his mother had in the dream. "Get a grip Dallas."
"Are you sure you're okay?"
'Yeha. I'm fine." "Never better."
