Author's Note: Hiya again. This is a really short chapter, but I put it
out anyway.
My wonderful reviewers:
Nicole: Really? Aww. I almost cried when I wrote the last chapter, and wrote this one.
Remmy: Sugar is your drug of choice, huh? Mine too. ^_~ Uhm... * leans down and kisses flying monkey on the forehead *
Lynn: Here's the next chappie! Hope ya like it.
Burnin' Church Gal: I must say, your reviews influenced me to update today. I wasn't going to, but I was spurred on my your comments! * hugs Johnny back, and reaches over to stop Gal from busting her head against the wall * Uhmmm...Here's your fat update! ^_~ lol. Nice spelling. Way to be. Wow, I made alota people cry. Including myself. Ok, well I hope you see this update! NO!!! LACK-OF-FANFIC-ITIS!!! How horrible. I'll try not to cause you to suffer from that. Ok, Church. * gives Johnny another chocolate bar * Here ya go!
Lil Chaos Angel: Glad you liked the cookie. Me too, me too.
Alright, here it is. Oh, and we have a bit of crazy Pony here 'cause he's not exactly thinking straight. I know it's short. Sorry!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders.
~*~
Pain. Lots of pain.
That was the first thing I realized when I opened my eyes. Second, I realized that it was pretty dark. And blurry.
As I tried to focus on what was around me, I felt someone holding my hand. I turned my head slightly, and concentrated on focusing who was there. Surprisingly, it worked. I saw who it was. Soda.
"Hey Sodapop." I whispered, trying to ignore the pain.
He looked pale and on the verge of crying as he sat next to me. His greased hair was ruffled, and there was a cut on his arm from the fight.
"Hey honey. How do you feel?" He asked quietly. He knew the stupid question he was asking, but what else do you ask someone whose sick?
"Like..shit." I muttered. For some reason Soda grinned at this. I don't usually cuss out, especially to my brothers. "Where, where are we?" It was hard to talk, there was something over my mouth.
"The ambulance little buddy." A deep voice cut in. I turned my head to see who it was, and my oldest brother's face smiled back. Darry.
"Oh." I said stupidly. The pain seemed to come from everywhere at once, cornering me until I couldn't take it anymore. Like the rabbits we used to hunt with my dad in the country, they ran until they couldn't anymore, and than they died.
Please don't let me be like a rabbit.
There I go again, comparing myself to animals. Ponyboy, the animal boy. Wow, my parents sure had good foresight when they named me...
I started to laugh weakly, and some other guy turned from whatever he had been doing to come over and sit over me. He glanced at my brothers, who were staring at me. I guess suddenly laughing randomly asked for stares. Oh well.
My laughing continued, until I couldn't stop. It was hurting me, but I couldn't stop it. My chest ached, and I hurt like hell. The guy muttered something about hysterics, and took a needle to inject something into me. That stopped me laughing uncontrollably pretty quick. I can't stand needles; neither can my brothers.
Soda started talking to me in a low calm voice, and I realized I had been holding his hand pretty tight. And Darry's. Huh. Who knew I was holding his hand, too.
That needle came closer, and the tears that had been waiting in my eyes overflowed. I clamped my eyes shut, but they still streamed down my face. Soda still talked to me, as the needle went into my skin. Oh god, I was scared.
Then the guy, I guess since I was in the ambulance he was a paramedic, started reciting everything that was wrong to me to some other guy I hadn't noticed. This ambulance was pretty cramped. Poor docs.
"Five knife wounds, two major. Two cuts on neck, deep but not threatening. Four broken ribs, lower left side. Bruised internal organs, and bruises covering skin. Fever of 101.45..." The list went on and on. I knew it was going to. Ha. His list sounded a lot like the one I made myself while being pressed up against the wall with a knife to my throat.
Fun, fun.
My mind wasn't working to well, it felt like I had it stuffed full of cotton balls. Or clouds. I liked clouds. They looked tuff at sunsets when they turned blue and purple and gold.
Stay gold. Johnny had said that before he died. I guess I knew sorta how he felt, barely able to put two words together, but mind racing. Slowing down, as he died. Poor Johnny. Poor me. I wasn't going to die. I wouldn't let myself die. I had to stay gold. I had to stay gold for Johnny.
The injection must have been something to make me feel numb, 'cause that's how I felt. Like I was cut off from my body. The creeping darkness that had surrounded me before was coming again.
I didn't like the darkness. The nightmares came in the darkness. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have Soda there to put his arm around me and tell me everything was going to be alright.
Soda was gold. In a different way that I was. He was always smiling, always wearing that grin that got him outa trouble. He was smart, could have finished school, but dropped out to get a job. He made people feel better, cared about them. Sure he was a hood, and a tough one at that, but he had a better soul then any of those middle class or even Socs people. He was gold, had a gold personality, maybe wasn't innocent, no one could live on the streets and be that, but he was truly gold.
The pain was gone, but emptiness filled it. I almost felt so...empty, that I almost wanted the pain back. Almost.
The darkness was coming, it was crouding around my brain, so I whispered to Soda quickly before I passed out.
"Stay gold."
~*~
Author's Note: Review!!!!! PLEASE!!!! Pretty please?
Don't worry, all. Pony hasn't died. Yet. Mwahahaha....Nah, I'm not that evil.
Ok, that is all.
Luv yah,
~Eh, Man
P.S. Fanfiction.net doesn't seem to wanna let me sign in to post this...I'll try again later.
My wonderful reviewers:
Nicole: Really? Aww. I almost cried when I wrote the last chapter, and wrote this one.
Remmy: Sugar is your drug of choice, huh? Mine too. ^_~ Uhm... * leans down and kisses flying monkey on the forehead *
Lynn: Here's the next chappie! Hope ya like it.
Burnin' Church Gal: I must say, your reviews influenced me to update today. I wasn't going to, but I was spurred on my your comments! * hugs Johnny back, and reaches over to stop Gal from busting her head against the wall * Uhmmm...Here's your fat update! ^_~ lol. Nice spelling. Way to be. Wow, I made alota people cry. Including myself. Ok, well I hope you see this update! NO!!! LACK-OF-FANFIC-ITIS!!! How horrible. I'll try not to cause you to suffer from that. Ok, Church. * gives Johnny another chocolate bar * Here ya go!
Lil Chaos Angel: Glad you liked the cookie. Me too, me too.
Alright, here it is. Oh, and we have a bit of crazy Pony here 'cause he's not exactly thinking straight. I know it's short. Sorry!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders.
~*~
Pain. Lots of pain.
That was the first thing I realized when I opened my eyes. Second, I realized that it was pretty dark. And blurry.
As I tried to focus on what was around me, I felt someone holding my hand. I turned my head slightly, and concentrated on focusing who was there. Surprisingly, it worked. I saw who it was. Soda.
"Hey Sodapop." I whispered, trying to ignore the pain.
He looked pale and on the verge of crying as he sat next to me. His greased hair was ruffled, and there was a cut on his arm from the fight.
"Hey honey. How do you feel?" He asked quietly. He knew the stupid question he was asking, but what else do you ask someone whose sick?
"Like..shit." I muttered. For some reason Soda grinned at this. I don't usually cuss out, especially to my brothers. "Where, where are we?" It was hard to talk, there was something over my mouth.
"The ambulance little buddy." A deep voice cut in. I turned my head to see who it was, and my oldest brother's face smiled back. Darry.
"Oh." I said stupidly. The pain seemed to come from everywhere at once, cornering me until I couldn't take it anymore. Like the rabbits we used to hunt with my dad in the country, they ran until they couldn't anymore, and than they died.
Please don't let me be like a rabbit.
There I go again, comparing myself to animals. Ponyboy, the animal boy. Wow, my parents sure had good foresight when they named me...
I started to laugh weakly, and some other guy turned from whatever he had been doing to come over and sit over me. He glanced at my brothers, who were staring at me. I guess suddenly laughing randomly asked for stares. Oh well.
My laughing continued, until I couldn't stop. It was hurting me, but I couldn't stop it. My chest ached, and I hurt like hell. The guy muttered something about hysterics, and took a needle to inject something into me. That stopped me laughing uncontrollably pretty quick. I can't stand needles; neither can my brothers.
Soda started talking to me in a low calm voice, and I realized I had been holding his hand pretty tight. And Darry's. Huh. Who knew I was holding his hand, too.
That needle came closer, and the tears that had been waiting in my eyes overflowed. I clamped my eyes shut, but they still streamed down my face. Soda still talked to me, as the needle went into my skin. Oh god, I was scared.
Then the guy, I guess since I was in the ambulance he was a paramedic, started reciting everything that was wrong to me to some other guy I hadn't noticed. This ambulance was pretty cramped. Poor docs.
"Five knife wounds, two major. Two cuts on neck, deep but not threatening. Four broken ribs, lower left side. Bruised internal organs, and bruises covering skin. Fever of 101.45..." The list went on and on. I knew it was going to. Ha. His list sounded a lot like the one I made myself while being pressed up against the wall with a knife to my throat.
Fun, fun.
My mind wasn't working to well, it felt like I had it stuffed full of cotton balls. Or clouds. I liked clouds. They looked tuff at sunsets when they turned blue and purple and gold.
Stay gold. Johnny had said that before he died. I guess I knew sorta how he felt, barely able to put two words together, but mind racing. Slowing down, as he died. Poor Johnny. Poor me. I wasn't going to die. I wouldn't let myself die. I had to stay gold. I had to stay gold for Johnny.
The injection must have been something to make me feel numb, 'cause that's how I felt. Like I was cut off from my body. The creeping darkness that had surrounded me before was coming again.
I didn't like the darkness. The nightmares came in the darkness. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have Soda there to put his arm around me and tell me everything was going to be alright.
Soda was gold. In a different way that I was. He was always smiling, always wearing that grin that got him outa trouble. He was smart, could have finished school, but dropped out to get a job. He made people feel better, cared about them. Sure he was a hood, and a tough one at that, but he had a better soul then any of those middle class or even Socs people. He was gold, had a gold personality, maybe wasn't innocent, no one could live on the streets and be that, but he was truly gold.
The pain was gone, but emptiness filled it. I almost felt so...empty, that I almost wanted the pain back. Almost.
The darkness was coming, it was crouding around my brain, so I whispered to Soda quickly before I passed out.
"Stay gold."
~*~
Author's Note: Review!!!!! PLEASE!!!! Pretty please?
Don't worry, all. Pony hasn't died. Yet. Mwahahaha....Nah, I'm not that evil.
Ok, that is all.
Luv yah,
~Eh, Man
P.S. Fanfiction.net doesn't seem to wanna let me sign in to post this...I'll try again later.