*Darry*
4:32 AM
I popped my knuckles for the 50th time since we've been at the hospital. I picked up the coffee that was sitting at me feet and stared at it.
Have you ever noticed when coffee got cold, it looked nasty?
It does. I stood and threw it in the trash. When I turned to go back to my seat, a doctor walked in, but he wasn't for us. He went over to another family and they got up and left with him.
I heard Soda sigh…he looked tired. He was tried…all of us were. I had thought the guys would've left long ago, but they stayed. Even Dally was still here.
Tim Shepard and his brother Curly Shepard had came by asking about Pony- words gets around fast in the 'greaser community'- then they left, saying they'd be back tomorrow.
It was already tomorrow…I looked out the window, the sun was rising. Johnny was standing at the window looking out…
Poor kid, he was blaming himself…when I'm the one to blame.
I shouldn't have hit Pony. He scared me to death…I thought he was dead or somethin…now, he could be.
"Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay."
I looked at Johnny. "What did you say?"
"It's a poem, by some dude named Robert Frost. Ponyboy taught me it awhile back." (1)
"Yea…he reads it a lot." Soda said, "Early some morning's, I watch him lookin' out the window and sayin' it." Soda went silent,
"That kid amazes me, he's smart, still in school…he has a future." Dally said, which shocked us all. "What? He does…"
"Yea…" we all agreed in unison.
Soda bent over letting out a loud gasped before tears started streaming down his face. "Why ain't they telling us something! I want to know what's goin on with my brother!"
I knelt down beside him and wrapped my arms around him, I wanted to cry…but I couldn't…I felt so hopeless right now. "Shh…Pony'll be fine. He's strong he'll pull through."
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Forever seemed to go by twice before the same doctor from earlier came in again, since we were the only people in the waiting room, he came straight to us. I immediately stood, so did the others.
"Well…" The doctor was taking to long to say anything, I wanted to hit him, or to hit something!
He cleared his throat and something about the way he was looking at us…he had bad news.
"He's not dead!" Soda screamed, he was thinking the same thing I was.
"No, you're right, he is not dead." The doctor said. I only let my self get a tag reliefed, before I tensed up again. "However, he is not well off. When he came in the paramedics said they got to call at least seven minutes before they got to the site. They boys who…hurt your brother were gone, but his head was still under water." The doctor paused.
"Get to the point doc." Dally stepped forward, his voice was threatening.
"He has chronic brain damage, even thought he's in a comatose state right now we can tell. He has mild swelling of the brain which is a sign that his brain is damaged, and he is none responsive at the moment."
"W-What are you saying." It wasn't a question, it was a demand…I stared at the doctor and I say he backed away from me slightly.
"I'm saying if the swelling goes down, and if he wakes up…Ponyboy Curtis will never be the same again."
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1. I love the poem so I had to put it in there some how. Also, it's a big part of the story, you'll see.