For The Love of a Greaser

Chapter 52

No Going Back

"Abigail?" I heard the sound of my name being called, a groan emitting from my throat.

I didn't want to get up yet.

"Abigail, darlin', it's time to get up," I heard him say.

"Mmm… I don't wanna," I groaned, burying my head beneath my pillow.

It was soon taken away though, causing me to open my eyes in distain.

"Darry, can't I just sleep?" I begged, curling up with the sheet.

"If I could, I'd let you, but you need to get dressed so that I can take you down to the hospital," he told me, leaning down so that his face was in front of mine, our eyes connecting for a moment.

"I really don't want to," I told him, rubbing my eyes sleepily.

"I know, but you have to get up," he said softly, leaning down and pressing his lips to my forehead.

I then groaned once more, before slowly sitting up, wincing slightly at the moment. This would probably be my last morning with tolerable pain for a while, so I really wasn't looking forward to getting up. Unfortunately, I knew that I had to though, leaning forward and stretching my back.

"Here," he said, tossing me one of Soda's button ups that had been lent to me a few days prior.

I smiled at this, before carefully pulling my night shirt over my head, making sure that Darry had his back turned. Granted, the idea of him seeing me like this didn't exactly bother me that much anymore, but that was beside the point. After all, we were engaged now, and other people had seen more of each other than what we had. Still though, we had our dignity.

"Okay, I need help," I said, tilting my head to the side for a moment.

He merely smiled at me, coming forward and sitting down beside me on the bed, his hands come up to button the shirt.

"You know, Two-Bit might call this sad and pathetic," he teased lightly, earning a shove in return.

"Darrel, don't make me start calling you Darleen," I threatened, a smug look appearing on my face as he paled.

"You wouldn't dare," he said, eyeing me carefully.

"I would and you know it," I laughed, daring him to press forward.

"Then I'll call you Leelee," he challenged.

"It's better than Darleen," I countered.

"You're evil," he said lowly, leaning forward to the point that I nearly fell backwards onto the bed, his face mere inches from my own.

"So, what are you going to do about it?" I asked, biting back a smile as he brought his face closer, our noses touching now.

"I could always tickle you," he breathed, staring me in the eyes, his beautiful blues clouded with mischief.

"Really now?" I questioned, letting my nose brush the corner of his own.

We were really getting into this now, ever since he popped the question the other day, it was as if we couldn't get enough of each other. Whether it was teasing or kissing, it was like magnetism, the space between us had finally been pulled away.

"Really," he nodded, kissing me gently on the mouth, my skin prickling with electricity.

"I love you," I whispered, wrapping my good arm around his neck so that I could curl against him.

"I love you too," he replied, allowing one arm to go around my back, while the other slid under my legs.

Once he had a good hold on me, he picked me up, carefully walking downstairs with a pair of pants draped over his shoulder.

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"Are you sure that you'll be okay?" Darry asked, the nervousness so obvious in his voice.

"Not really," I sighed.

At this point, we were at the hospital waiting. We'd picked Dal up on the way, so now we were just sitting in the waiting room to be called. Personally, I wished that I could be somewhere else, but that was beside the point. Unfortunately, for Darry, he had to be at work. That was the reason why Dally was here with us at the moment. Dally would be here when I got out of surgery, sitting around and waiting on me.

"I just wish that I could stay," he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

He wasn't happy about leaving me here, even if it was with Dally.

"Look, man, just go already," Dally groaned.

"He's right Darry. If you don't, you'll be late for work," I told him, wrapping an arm around him.

"Alright," he sighed, pulling me closer for a moment. "But call me when she's gets out of surgery," he told Dally, placing a folded up piece of paper into his hand. "I'll see you later," he told me, pressing a quick kiss to my lips.

"Bye," I waved, watching as he walked out of the hospital.

"Man, some times he's down right annoying," Dally joked, a chuckle escaping his throat.

"He's just worried Dal," I told him, sitting down in a chair, only to have him put me in a headlock. "Dally!" I whined, shoving at him as best I could.

He merely laughed at this, drawing me a bit closer under his arm.

"I swear, if my arm wasn't so jacked up right now, I'd clock you one," I hissed, smacking him in the chest with my hand, only to regret it afterwards. "Ow…"

"Maybe you should use your head next time," he snickered, earning a glare from me.

I swear, even though we were friends, he'd still do stuff deliberately just to get under my skin.

"Get off," I said, elbowing him, only to have him grab my arm afterwards and holding it there. "I said, let go Dal."

"What's this?" he asked, eyes zeroing in on my ring.

"What's what?" I asked, trying to pull away, but it did me little good.

"This," he said, grabbing hold of my hand and pointing it out. "When did this happen?" he asked, eyeing me carefully.

I bit my lip for a moment, staring at him. I mean, I kind of expected him to have a slightly odd reaction, but I still wasn't ready for it.

"The other day," I told him, tugging my hand out of his to look down at the ring.

"I'm surprised he didn't tell me," he muttered, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Dal, look, I-"

"Winters?" I heard the nurse call.

"Dang it," I hissed, pushing myself up out of my seat.

Something always happened when I tried to talk to someone and this time was no different.

"Come on, Dal," I sighed, kicking his foot lightly with mine. "Right here," I replied, walking up to her.

"Ms. Winters, you're here for surgery, correct?" she inquired, looking me over for a moment, her stare making me feel a bit selfconscious as I took a small step back.

I felt myself bump into Dally's chest when I did this, making me look up. He merely gave me a small nod, before turning toward the nurse.

"She is," he said, answering for me.

"Alright then, before we start, would you mind taking off any jewelry?" she asked, glancing at my necklace and the ring on my finger.

"Um, sure?"

Honestly, I wasn't sure why she was asking that, but that's just how some places were. So without thinking too much on it, I pulled the necklace from my neck, and reluctantly pulled the ring from my finger. I made sure to loop it through the chain of my necklace though, before turning toward Dally, biting my lower lip as I held it out to him. He was the only one that I'd trust to hold onto it, afraid of letting anyone else touch it.

"Sure," he nodded, taking it from my hand and placing it in his pocket.

"I'm afraid that it's family only from this point," the nurse pointed out, looking at Dally with a disdainful look.

This in itself annoyed me, so I said the first thing that popped into my head.

"He's my cousin," I told her, leaning against Dal for emphasis.

"You two don't look anything alike," she said warily.

"I'm afraid that he takes after my aunt in that area," I shrugged.

"Hm…very well then. Follow me please," she said, walking down the hallway.

I merely nodded my head, before taking hold of Dally's hand, pulling him down the hallway with me. If I had to be around this woman, then so did he.

"Alright, I'm going to need you to change into this," she explained, holding a hospital gown in her hand.

I bit back a cringe as I looked at it, finally taking it from her hand after a moment.

"I'll be back to collect you in a couple minutes," she said, before walking out of the room, leaving Dally there staring at me.

"Either turn around or get out," I said pointedly, not giving him a chance to say anything.

"But I thought I was family?" he mocked, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his thin lips.

"That's a crap excuse and we both know it," I said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and tugging at the buttons.

"For crying out loud man," he groaned, stepping forward and undoing them much to my protest.

"Dally!" I nearly screeched, shoving him.

"Just shut up and sit still," he told me, carefully undoing the row of buttons, though making sure not to pull the shirt apart.

"Darry doesn't hear a word of this, got it?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever man. I'm just tired of sitting here watching you trying to get the damn thing off," he grumbled, stepping away once it was done. "There, now hurry up," he told me, turning around so he couldn't look at me.

I didn't say anything after that though, merely slipping the shirt off of my arms and pulling the gown on, the back hanging open in the end.

"Hey, Dal, can you?" I started, gesturing toward the opening in the back.

"Yeah, sure," he sighed, a hint of fatigue in his voice.

"How much sleep did you get anyway?" I asked curiously, feeling him tugging on the strings a bit.

"What's it matter anyway?" he asked, tying the first few shut.

"Just curious. You sound tired," I stated, feeling his hand rest on my shoulder for a moment.

"I'll be fine," he assured me, his hand sliding off my shoulder to finish tying the back of the gown closed the rest of the way.

"Look, Dal, about the ring," I tried, turning to look at him.

"We'll talk about it later, alright?" he told me, finishing up and pulling away.

"Why do you always have to be so difficult?" I asked, standing up and tugging my pants off, the gown keeping me covered.

"Because I can," he said bluntly.

As a result of his comment, I threw my shoe at him, hitting him in the back of the head.

"Hey!" he scowled, rubbing the back of his head, before picking my shoe up off of the floor.

He then walked over, looking as if he'd smack me which it, but instead just shoved it into my hands. After that, he walked out of the room, hands shoved in his pockets.

"Dal…" I sighed, slumping down onto the bed, my feet brushing the ground.

"Ms. Winters?" the nurse called, stepping back into the room.

"Y-yes?" I stammered, turning my head to look at her.

"It's time," she told me, gesturing toward the door.

I felt my heart stop as I set there, eyes widening slightly. Granted, I had technically had surgery once before, but I was completely unconscious then. That wasn't the case anymore. I was scared because I was conscious of what was going to happen.

"Here's your hospital bracelet," she started, securing it around my left wrist. "Now, slip these on and we'll get to work," she told me, placing a pair of slippers on the floor.

"Okay," I breathed, pushing my feet into the thin material.

She then led me out of the room and into the hallway where Dally was standing, his head down, staring at the floor in thought.

"Dal?" I choked out, staring at him.

I could feel my eyes water as I stared at him, the fear finally starting to flow through over the barriers I had placed.

He looked up, taking my current state in. It was all too obvious the effect that it had on him, his jaw going slightly slack. This is why I was glad that the rest of the gang wasn't here. They'd never let him live it down.

"Come here," he said, stepping forward and pulling me into his arms, his arms wrapping around me.

I wanted to tell him that I was scared, but I couldn't manage to get it out. Instead, I felt his lips near my ear, his hot breath breathing out onto my skin.

"You'll be fine," he whispered, gripping my shoulder lightly before pulling back, a faint smile on his face.

"But," I started, hand twitching.

"No buts," he told me. "I'll be here when you get out, alright?"

I nodded slowly, before hugging him one more time. After that, I pulled back, staring up at him for a moment.

"Get outta here man," he said, carefully pushing me toward the nurse.

I only managed to look back one more time before the nurse dragged me away toward surgery, arms hanging limp by my sides. There was no going back now.

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