dallas couldve sworn that was just yesterday. but no, it was nearly 3 years ago. he could feel his heart aching, aching to see johnny again, aching for those days back- or maybe it was just his chest. after all he did have bullet wounds.
dally groaned and rolled over onto his side on the clean bed, he felt so exhausted. like he'd been pulling all nighters for a week in a row. he was just so goddamn tired..
the hood let his eyes slowly shut tight, trying to rid his memory of johnny and everything that happened in the past week. he let his body relax and slowly drifted off to sleep.
johnny was fading away into the flames, the horrible screams of terror, begging for help.
"IM COMING JOHNNY, STAY THERE!" dallas bellowed, running towards the flames that surrounded johnny.
the black haired boy cried out for dallys help, but the kid seemed to be moving farther and farther away the closer the hood got to him.
finally, dallas made it to where his best friend lay. the flames extinguished around him as he pulled the small boys body into his arms. "johnny!! johnny kid." dallas whispered to him. johnny looked up at dallas with those big dark eyes, and the life drained from them.
"johnny?! johnny!! c'mon johnny wake up." dallas began to beg.
"DONT DO THIS TO ME JOHNNY"
"DONT LEAVE ME"
"YOU CANT LEAVE ME NOW"
"YOU CANT DIE AFTER YOUVE CAUSED ALL THIS SH*T"
"F*CK I NEED YOU ALIVE JOHNNY"
"KID!!"
dallas jolted awake, beads of sweat falling down his face and landing on his chest. he gasped for breath, and realized sodapop and steve were right by his hospital bed. steve took his calloused hand away from dallys shoulder which he had been shaking to wake the hood up from his nightmare
dallas was shaking bad.
"hey- hey dal are you alright?" soda asked, scooting his chair closer to dallys bed.
steve brushed his messy black hair out of his face and looked throughly concerned. he'd never seen dally so out of it and he and the blonde had been pretty good friends ever since sodapop introduced them.
today was one of these days that soda and steve had gotten a day off from the DX, and steve honestly didn't want to go into school that day. so, he and soda had spent the day doing the stupid stuff the best friends usually did, and at the end of it they decided to check up on dally who- according to the doctors- had been waking up every hour or so during the night, yelling for johnny.
"yea i'm fine i'm fine" dallas wiped the sweat from his face on his hospital gown sleeve.
soda noticed that dally didn't exactly look 'fine', the bags under his eyes were bigger than they usually were, his eyes looked so worn out and tired, and he was paler than normal. he looked like a zombie, soda decided that was the closest thing to compare him to.
the doctors also said he had been puking a lot during the night, saying he'd probably been making himself sick from all the anxiety and stress he'd been carrying.
and, there dally was, grabbing the trash can from the side of the bed and puking his lunch (that he had barely eaten any of) into it. soda hesitated and then awkwardly tried to rub dallys back like sodas mother had done whenever one of her sons were sick. soda remembered it soothing him, so maybe it would soothe dally. but sodapop was pretty sure it was impossible for anyone to soothe dally.
dallas didn't try to swat his hand away like soda'd expected. and that kind of worried him, that wasnt like dal at all.
the blonde set down the trash can once he had finished lying and lay back on the bed, turning over onto his side to face away from soda and steve. steve and sodapop shot worried glances at eachother, this wasn't the dallas f*cking winston they knew.
dallas closed his eyes, wanting more sleep as he really hadn't been able to get any of the night before. he yawned, and mumbled, "either of you guys have any idea when i'm gettin out of here?"
"doc said maybe a week dal, but don't try to rush your healin process" steve mentioned, scratching the back of his neck.
"damnit." dally mumbles, clenching his eyes shut, trying to sleep. he, of course, couldn't.
"i should be gettin back home, dar and pony are gonna be home soon." soda got up.
"yea i should get goin too." steve said, also getting up from his chair.
"we'll see ya later dal, maybe with more of the gang next time!!" soda smiled that famous sodapop smile, and with that the best friends were out of the room and walking down the hospital hall to get back to steves car.
dallas groaned and rolled over onto his back. he just wanted sleep. uninterrupted sleep. he rolled onto his side and clenched his eyes shut again, 'just go to sleep you damn idiot' he kept telling himself over and over again.
the damn idiot didn't get to sleep that night.