For The Love of a Greaser
Chapter 53
Going Under
I could feel my senses clouding as I laid there, a feeling of lethargy going through me. I felt sluggish and tired; numb.
I had an IV in my arm, pumping drugs into my system in order to prepare me for surgery, and as I laid there I saw Dally in the window. He was standing there, arm up on the window as he leaned against it, making eye contact with me.
"Da…lly…" I murmured, feeling my head fall to the side as I slowly lost the will to fight, my muscles going slack.
I continued to stare at him though as I laid there, the image of his presence giving me comfort. I knew that I wasn't alone.
"I think she's almost under," I heard a doctor mumble or at least that's how it sounded to my ears.
I wasn't sure though as I laid there, fighting to keep my eyes open as I slowly drifted in and out of consciousness. To be honest, I wasn't even aware that I was drifting off, the thoughts in my mind melding together with what I saw around me. Before I finally closed my eyes for the last time though, I could have sworn that I saw Dally say something.
"You'll be okay," he mouthed to me through the glass, pressing his face ever closer to it as his breath fogged it up.
After that, I fell into the darkness, the fuzzy feeling pulling me in and away from the light.
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Dally stood there standing, watching as she faded away into sleep, eyes slowly closing. It was something that she had been managing to fight for the last five to ten minutes. Even she could only fight for so long though, slowly succumbing to sleep. This left him standing there, watching her as the doctors placed an oxygen mask over her face, the light above him turning green. That was his cue to take a seat and wait. Dally's problem though was that he didn't like waiting, the thought in general annoying him to no end.
"She'll be fine," he told himself, pulling her ring from his pocket, the small golden band hanging from the chain.
He still couldn't believe that Darry had actually popped the question. Not that Dally actually had a chance with her, but that was beside the point. He merely wished that Silvia were more like her, the mischievous Greaser girl that he'd been addicted to for the last couple years. Although, he knew that Silvia would never change. Even Abigail would likely tell him to move on, but without someone like Abigail, Dally couldn't find the strength. It was like a trap, a maze that he was stuck in with no escape. He was just too late to change anything unfortunately, but he knew that Darry was more deserving than he was, so he'd just have to let it go.
"At least she'll never go anywhere," he mumbled, turning the ring over in his hand, the light in the room shining off the small diamond.
Even though Dally could be a Jack at times, he'd still never do anything stupid, even as he stared down at the ring. She was happy and he knew it. They were close and that he knew that as well. Dally would never jeopardize that because she kept him hanging out. Their friendship was the only reason why he was still stand here breathing, the reason why he hadn't bit the bullet months ago. She was his chain instead of his string, something that could have been so easily cut.
"I love how nobody tells me anything anymore though," he scoffed softly, running a hand through his hair, the soft locks brushing against his fingertips as he let a sigh loose from his lips.
After a few minutes he finally stood, pulling himself from his chair and walking down the hallway. He needed something to eat.
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Two hours later, Abigail was finally out of surgery, the nurses pushing her into a room to rest and wake up on her own. That also left Dally to contact Darry about things.
"Yeah, Dar, she's outta of surgery man," Dally breathed, leaning against the wall beside the payphone just outside the building.
"How'd it go?" Darry asked, a bit anxious to find out her condition.
"She's good man, but I've got a question for you though," he said, chewing at the inside of his cheek.
"Sure, what is it?"
"When were you plannin' on tellin' me?" Dally asked, softly pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes.
"What do you mean?" Darry asked slowly, unsure of the question.
"The ring man, I'm talkin' about the ring," he sighed, pushing off of the wall.
"Oh…"
Darry wasn't exactly sure what to say about that. He hadn't bothered to tell Dally in advance, Joe and Soda being the only two that actually knew about it before hand.
"Dal, listen, about that," Darry started.
"Don't you think I might of liked to know about it?" Dally asked, the annoyance clear in his voice.
"I was going to tell you, really, I was," Darry told him, running a hand through his hair.
To be honest, Darry wasn't completely sure how Dally would have reacted upon telling him. Perhaps that's why he hadn't said anything, he was afraid of his reaction to it.
"To think, I had to find out about it because we were messin' around," Dally told him. "I just happened to notice the ring. When were either of you going to tell me?"
"Dallas, she was planning on telling you when she saw you. If it weren't for the fact that the gang was at the house last night, you'd have been the first to know," Darry assured him.
"So, I'm guessing that's what the money was for then?" he asked, hand curling around the frame where the phone was attached.
"Yeah."
"Look, I gotta go," Dally said quickly, before hanging up the phone.
He wasn't going to let Darry say anything else. Heck, he wasn't even sure why he was so irritated to be honest. After all, it's not like Abigail belonged to him anyway. She was Darry's, not his. So why did he feel so off?
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I let out a faint groan as I laid there, pushing myself to open my eyes.
"Don't push yourself," I heard someone say, the voice fuzzy, but familiar.
"Dal?" I croaked through the haze.
"Yeah, it's me," he nodded, squeezing my hand softly.
I turned my head to look at him, my eyes still out of focus due to the drugs. He looked so fuzzy that it was actually slightly humorous.
"You look…fuzzy," I mumbled, closing my eyes for a moment.
"Yeah, I guess," he shrugged, leaning forward and touching my head for a moment.
"My necklace?" I groaned, looking toward him.
I saw him smile a bit, most likely since what hung on it was the little cross he'd given me for Christmas.
"Yeah, here," he said, pulling it from his pocket and placing it in my hand, the coolness of the metal making me sigh.
It felt so nice against my warm skin, cooling it, if only just a bit.
"Thank you," I whispered, letting myself lay there for a moment, my mind still a bit hazy.
I knew there was something else that I was missing, but I just couldn't think of what it was at the moment. The necklace was the only thing that I had asked for and that's what I had gotten, the little cross sitting in my hand, the bracelet at home.
"I'm glad you're okay," he said softly, holding my hand in his as he sat close beside the bed.
"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked, opening my eyes to look at him.
"I don't know," he shrugged. "I was just worried is all. I mean, can you really blame me?"
"No…" I said, shaking my head.
Doing this made me a bit dizzy, something that was apparently obvious to Dally.
"Easy now," he chided.
"Sorry," I whispered, closing my eyes again.
I was so tired.
"When do you think I can get out of here?" I asked, feeling the need to get out of the hospital and somewhere more familiar.
"I can go ask if you want?" he offered, prepared to get up.
I nodded my head, letting out a small yawn.
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Dally nodded his head as he stood up, moving from the room to find a doctor or nurse. If he got her out of here, then he'd likely take her over to his place to sleep for a while, somewhere where he could keep an eye on her and not have to worry about anything.
"Um, excuse me?" he called to a nurse, attempting to be polite.
"Yes?" she replied, giving him a once over.
Dally stood there for a moment, thinking of what to say. He knew that he had to be polite even if he didn't want to, otherwise, he wouldn't get anywhere with it. That was one thing that Dally wasn't used to, being polite to upper class people.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but," he started, looking back toward Abigail's room. "My cousin has a thing about hospitals and wanted to…inquire when she could leave," he said.
"Ms. Winters, correct?" the woman assumed.
"Yes," Dally answered.
"Hm…well, she got through surgery alright, and it was only for her arm," she started, looking over a paper. "I suppose it would be alright for her to leave, but I'll have to get her some medication first," she told him, walking over to one of the nurse's stations and writing something down. "If you don't mind helping her get dressed, we should be able to get her out of here shortly," she told him.
"Alright, thank you ma'am," Dally replied, quickly turning and heading back into Abigail's room.
There, he found her exactly where he had left her, merely laying there on the bed.
"Alright, she said you can go, but we gotta get you dressed first," he told her, grabbing her jeans from the little table by the bed.
"Okay," she nodded, slowly trying to sit up.
He quickly made his way over to her at that, helping her sit up. After that, her carefully edged her toward the side of the bed, guiding her a foot at a time into her jeans.
The entire time, she never said a word, merely leaning against him as he helped her stand. It was as though she didn't even mind, allowing him to dress her, his hands moving and buttoning her jeans for her. Once he was done with that, he laid her shirt on the edge of the bed, turning to her back and tugging loose the ties. At this point, he was thankful that she was out of it. He was also thankful that Darry wasn't there, otherwise, he might get his head kicked in.
"Just…stay still, alright?" he told her, pulling her back slightly in order to take the gown from her from, revealing her bare skin.
Luckily, her dignity was covered, so he didn't have to worry about. No, he just pulled the gown from her and replaced it with her shirt, taking his time in buttoning it up as she laid her head on his shoulder.
"Dal?" she breathed, her breath hitting his neck.
"Yeah Abs?" he replied, looking down at her.
"Thanks," she whispered, before letting herself start to doze off again, her body falling limp against him.
"Whoa!" he nearly yelped, quickly grabbing hold of her shoulders with his hands. "Damn, you really are out of it, huh Princess?" he chuckled, carefully laying her back onto the bed so that he could slip her shoes on.
After that, he walked back out of the room, looking around for the nurse.
"Um, excuse me? She done getting dressed," he told the woman.
"Oh, good. I'll just need you to sign these then," she told him, handing him a clipboard with a few papers attached. "These are the release forms, so just sign them and then you're good to go."
"Fine," Dally sighed, taking the clipboard from her and glancing over the paper.
It was the basic crap, basically, confirming procedures, surgery, and crap like that. All standard stuff really. So, without further thought to the matter of paperwork, he signed his name to them. He handwriting though was slightly sloppy, but he could have cared less about that. Besides, its not like he was trying to make it look perfect or anything.
"Um, is there any way that we could get a wheel chair?" he asked suddenly.
"Of course," the nurse nodded, walking down the hallway a bit and grabbing a folded up wheel chair from against the wall.
She then rolled it back over to him, before pushing it into the room, finding herself slightly shocked at the way Abigail was laying on the bed.
"She kind of dozed off while I was helping her get dressed," Dally explained, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I see…" she said slowly, hesitantly looking over at him for a moment. "Ms. Winters," she called softly, gently shaking the girl.
She didn't respond though, so Dally moved forward and picked her up, setting her down in the wheelchair.
"Time to go Abs," Dally said, giving her shoulder a lightly squeeze.
In return, she let out a faint groan of recognition, eyes fluttering open for a moment or two.
"I'm gonna take you back to my place for a while, alright?" he told her, taking the handles of the wheelchair into his hands.
"Before I forget, here's her medication," the nurse said, coming forward with a bottle of pills.
Dally took it from her hand and stuffed it into his jacket pocket with a nod, carefully turning the wheelchair and pushing it out the door.
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"Dal?" I groaned, leaning my head back.
"Yeah?"
"Where are we going?" I asked, shifting a bit from my position on his lap.
That's where I had ended up since the bus was pretty crowded. Not that I minded that much. In fact, if it weren't for that, I probably would have fallen over already. He was the only reason I was actually sitting up right, his arm around my waist.
"I'm taking you over to my place for a while, remember?" he reminded me, his grip tightening momentarily as we hit a bump in the road, my back hitting his chest.
"I just wanna lay down," I told him, leaning back a bit so that I could rest comfortably in his arms.
"Don't worry, you will," he promised, groaning when the bus suddenly came to a sharp stop. "Now what?" he grumbled, looking over the seats.
Outside, cars were stuck in a traffic jam, keeping the bus from moving on.
"I don't have time for this," he said, moving me so that he could stand up. "Come on, we'll walk the rest of the way," he told me, walking me up to the front of the bus. "We're gonna get off here," he told the driver, who in turn opened the doors for us.
I was the first to go down, holding tightly to the railing as my footing slipped.
"Careful," Dally warned, carefully taking hold of my arm.
"I'm trying," I told him tiredly, clutching the arm of his jacket once we stepped off.
"Think you can walk?" he asked, looking down at me.
"I think so," I sighed, feeling myself wobble a bit as a took a step forward.
My balance was completely off as I did this, making my need to hold onto Dally even more prevalent.
"Alright, come here," he said, pulling me closer.
"Huh?"
Before I knew it, Dally had me in his arms, making sure that my left side was pressed against him to avoid hurting my arm.
"Look, this is the only way that we're gonna be able to get to my place without taking forever," he told me, holding me close.
"Fine," I breathed, leaning my head back against him.
To be honest, it didn't feel that bad. He was warm after all, keeping me from getting cold since I didn't bring a jacket with me.
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"I'm gonna take you upstairs and lay you down, alright?" Dally told her, looking down at her for a moment as he pulled out his key, sliding it into the lock of the door.
Abigail only nodded tiredly as he turned the key, snuggling against him for warmth. As a result, he was left wondering if this is what she did when she was in Darry's arms, cuddling up to him and all. He didn't think on it too much though as he pushed the door open, removing his key and closing it behind him.
"Hey, Buck, mind getting me a beer man?" Dally asked, turning toward his friend whom was currently seated behind the bar cleaning glasses.
"Yeah, sure," he grumbled out, his voice sounding rough and slightly raw at the moment.
"I'll be back down in a minute," Dally called over his shoulder, carefully moving up the stairs with Abigail in his arms, her legs swinging faintly as he carried her.
That was when he realized that she'd fallen asleep again, consciousness fading away.
"Man, they must have given you something strong Princess," he muttered to himself as he climbed up the second set of steps toward his room, his secondary key in hand to unlock his room.
Dally learned a long time ago to keep it lock, otherwise taking a chance of something getting stolen.
"Alright, here we go," he said, pushing the door closed behind him and placing her down on the bed, a groan emitting from her lips as he let go of her. "Hey, I'd hold you longer if I could Princess, but I gotta get me a beer," he chuckled, before moving back out of the room and downstairs.
"You want one for your little friend up there?" Buck asked, what would seem a knowing look on his face.
"Don't even think about it man," Dally warned, knowing what he was getting at. "Besides, she doesn't really drink anyway," he told him, grabbing the beer from counter and tossing the cap back before he took a drink. "I will take some water though."
"Whatever," Buck muttered, nearly tossing a glass of water onto the counter, letting it slide toward Dally.
After that, Dally walked back upstairs, the water in one hand and his beer in the other. Once he was back in his room though, he stopped, taking in the sight before him.
Abigail was laying there on his bed where he'd left her, but at this point, she was curled up. In Dally's mind, she looked almost like a small child as she laid there.
"Hey, Princess, wake up for a moment," Dally said, nudging her as he placed his beer down on the bedside table. "Abs, wake up," he pushed, nudging her again.
"Mmm…" she groaned, pealing her eyes open for a moment.
"Drink this," he told her, holding the glass of water out for her to take.
"I don't want it," she mumbled, trying to go back to sleep.
"You need to drink this," he told her. "It'll help, trust me."
"I'm tired," she nearly whimpered, her arms shaky as she pushed herself up.
"Easy," he said carefully, sitting down beside her on the bed.
"Sorry," she breathed, taking the glass into her hands, the coolness of the glass putting her at ease.
As a result, she placed it against her forehead for a moment before actually taking a drink of it, the cool liquid sliding down her throat.
"Why as I so tired?" she asked, leaning her head against his shoulder.
"You've still got the drugs in your system, that's why," he told her, draping an arm over her shoulders and pulling her just a bit closer.
"You're so warm," she whispered, snuggling against him.
"Man, if you're like this now, I'd hate to see you drunk," he chuckled.
"I don't get drunk," she mumbled into his shirt, slowly nodding off again.
"Well, I can probably guarantee that you're a light weight," he told her, pulling her head closer to his chest as they sat there, his hand brushing over what like bit of hair that there was on her head.
"Just…let me…sleep," she managed to get out, before letting the rest of her weight fall against him in slumber.
"What am I gonna do with you man?" Dally asked, before taking a swig of his beer.
After that, he lowered himself down onto the bed, allowing her to rest against him. If there was one thing that he was sure of, then it was that he couldn't complain about her company.
Okay everyone, this one has been done for the last couple days or so. I got it finished the day that I posted the last one. I decided to put it up now because I had gotten AT LEAST 5 REVIEWS like I had asked. Which is really nice by the way. ALSO, the next chapter is almost done as well, so that means REVIEW or NO update. I really hate doing that to my readers, but it's not hard to submit a review. I NEED reviews to let me know if I'm still doing a good job and also for ideas. For instance, does ANYONE have ANY music/song ideas that I could use? I listen to certain music in order to help me set a certain mood in my writing at times or something that fits for the story.
IMPORTANT:
I'm bumping the requirement for the next update to 6 reviews. If I get even more than that, then I'll be VERY happy and try to make it longer. The next chapter is almost done too, just so everyone knows.
SPECIAL THANKS TO...:
Miss-Understood: You made a point to tell me that you'd start reviewing my chapters even though you don't have an account. *hugs* Thank you! :) I really appreciate it, really I do. As far as your question goes, no, nothing has been said about the dad yet. I promise you though that I've not forgotten about that. Your idea though for having him come to the wedding and starting something is a GREAT idea though. I never actually thought about that one, so I thank you. As far as the Dal/Abs relationship, I think he's just a bit miffed because he's confused about a few things. I plan on starting a side story to this one for him and a new character, that way he still has the personality change and isn't as much of a Jack at times if you know what I mean? Just have to figure out when I'm going to mention her in here is all. Lol. Anyway, thank you very much for the review and if you have any more ideas, any at all, just place it in your next review please? :)
GreaserGirlie: My loyal reviewie/reviewy. XD You know that you're always appreciated and help me write! *hugs* Motivation! Inspiration!
Imafanoftoomanythingstoname: Thanks for the review friend! As far as the surgery, she's gonna be good to go. *points to the top randomly* She just gonna be tired and sore for a while. Maybe a bit loopy because of the meds. Lol. This is gonna be fun.
peter: Yeah, sorry it took so long to update. I was kind of in a rut for a bit, that, and college keeps me busy. This week is going to kill me because of the work load I have now. Spring break if over and two of my classes are jamming me with reading and papers. Anyway, I thank you for reading and reviewing. I really do. :)
Madie: I'm really glad that you like my story hun and I how you continue to like it. Hopefully I can look forward to another review from you on this chapter and futures ones. Got any ideas that might help me?
