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A/N. Hurray for all my readers!!
This chapter is only about six or so minutes but there is a lot
of dialogue
*Dally's POV*
*Right where the story was*
For a minute I felt like I couldn't move. Pony was flat lining.
I knew that meant his heart had stopped beating, which could mean he was
dead all ready.
"Come on, we gotta go," I said and got up from the table.
" Ok, wait up," Two Bit called
He and Johnny ran after me down the hall to Pony's room. Steve was
standing outside with his arm around Soda.
"What happened?" I asked
" One minute we were just talking and the next thing I knew the heart
monitor went flat and all these doctors ran in here," Steve said
" He's going to die," Soda said numbly
"We don't know anything yet," I told him
"Is Darry here yet," asked Two Bit
" Not yet," Steve told us.
"Soda!" I heard Darry yell
" Speak of the devil," murmured Steve
Darry walked down the hall as quickly as he could without actually
running.
" I got here as soon as I could.......what's going on?" he asked
" Pony's flat lining," Soda told him
"No, he can't....." Darry slumped against the wall
" The doctors are trying to save him," I said
"Ponyboy," Darry whispered
"Darry, don't give up yet," Johnny said
I moved closer to the door to see if I could hear anything. When I
got there I realized not only could I hear what was going on, but I could
see a little bit as well. Doctors rushed around the room and yelled at
each other. I saw Pony lying on the bed, shirtless, pale, and unmoving.
One of the doctors brought two paddle looking things to Pony's bed and
put them on his chest.
"Clear," he shouted
Pony's body jumped on the bed, but nothing else happened. I didn't
want to watch anymore so I walked a few steps away from the room and stood
next to Darry.
" He's only fourteen," he said
" I know, it's tough," I said
" There's so much stuff he hasn't done yet," Darry said looking down
at the floor
I had never seen Darry like this. He was usually the one that knew
what to do. He was the oldest of all of us, and was kind of the parental
figure of the gang. Right now he looked lost and alone. To be completely
honest, it scared me. I'm not supposed to be scared. I'm Dallas Winston,
born and raised on the dirty crime filled streets of New York. And here
I was, feeling scared like a little kid because the guy I considered a
parental figure didn't know what to do.
"He's never had a girlfriend," Darry continued
" Don't start thinking of the things he'll never have," I said
Darry just sighed and leaned further against the wall. I couldn't stand
to be around him when he was like this anymore so I went over to Two Bit.
"Darry's taking this hard," was all I could say
" Yeah, well what did you expect? His kid brother's dying and there's
nothing he can do," Two Bit told me.
When he said that, the full impact of what was happening sunk in. Two
Bit was being serious and mature, and that never happened.
" I'm going to see if Johnny's ok," I said.
" Ok,"
I walked over to Johnny, who was walking back and forth on his crutches.
"Hey Johnnycakes," I said
He turned and looked at me then walked, or whatever you call it when
someone's on crutches, over to me.
"Hi Dally," he said quietly
"Are you doing ok?" I asked him.
I've made it my personal job to look after Johnny. The kid has a shitty
home life,and he's a great guy. He needs someone to be there for him. Of
course, no one knows about this and I don't plan to tell anyone soon.
" It's only been about three minutes, but it seems like hours," he
said
" Yeah, I guess when you're waiting for something time goes by slowly,"
I said
" How much longer will it take?" he asked me
" I don't know Johnny, I'm not a doctor," I said
" I know, but I wish someone could tell me what's happening," he said
" I think we all do," I said
" Especially Soda and Darry," he said
"Yeah, I've never seen Darry take anything this hard," I said
" Well, Pony and Soda are all he's got,"
" Yeah, and we'll all be hurt if Pony dies," I said a softer tone than
normal
Johnny looked at me with a surprised expression on his face. I really
don't blame him. I was being soft in a way. I was being logical and sympathetic
and everything else that wasn't supposed to be associated with me.
" This must be hitting you pretty hard too," Johnny said to me
I didn't want to seem any more of an emotional guy than I was being
so I just said
" Yeah, well sometimes life just sucks,"
I turned away so I couldn't see Johnny's face. Why the hell was I acting
like this? I saw people die in New York all the time. I held guys dying
in my arms while their blood spilled into the streets. I saw things that
would give a little kid nightmares. Even so, here I was being all emotional
and what not over some kid.
"He's not just some kid though," I thought
" He's Ponyboy,"
Ponyboy was the one out of all us that had a real good chance of making
it. He was smart, tuff, and didn't act like a hood like most of the guys
in our neighborhood. Maybe that's why all this was affecting me so much.
Because I didn't want to see Pony's life end like this. I felt confused,
and I decided to quit thinking about it.
" Pull yourself together Winston," I told myself
The door to Pony's room opened and a tired looking doctor walked out.
Darry stood straight up, and we all waited to hear the news.
" I'm sorry we did all we could, but we lost him."
I heard a gasp and saw that Soda was leaning heavily against Steve,
who was trying to comfort him the best he could. Darry just stood there,
not saying a word. Johnny had a tear running down his cheek and he carefully
wiped it away. Two Bit kept shaking his head, and I said the first thing
that came to my mind
" Damnit kid, why?"
Just then I heard someone shout and a nurse came to the door of Pony's
room
" Doctor," she said.
A/N. That may have seemed a little weird, but I wanted to explore
the character depths of Dally. Once again I'm going to leave you all hanging
until the next chapter.
Please tell me what you think.
Fyre
