Ponyboy: Pain
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own them.
GUESS WHO'S BACK? MEEE!!!!!!!! I am so incredibly sorry I haven't updated in like FOREVER!!! I had a huge writer's block and I also have Regents exams this following week. I'll update one more time before I go to camp for 3 weeks. After that, I have the rest of the summer (hopefully) to write! SORRY!!!!
Thanks to everyone who reviewed: DBZ Gal, Cassie (yes, they are VERY out of character and I didn't mean for them to be that way. If I ever finish this one and get around to writing another one, they'll be more in character. I already have the plot =D), lil ramona (I didn't realize your hatred for Steve ran so deep…Thanks for reviewing!), Thunderjam (I'll try harder to 'update soon'), DreaminaboutDal (I'm sorry I didn't hurry! I had a huge writer's block…hehe), kimmerkay (do did I…But I don't know. I hate to make them hate each other forever…), Litzy bitsy (um…how much will you be stressing FINALLY this time? Lol), Estelle Yavatil (Yes, I FINALLY FINALLY updated this time…=D), MaverickGirl (You've been a very constant reviewer, thanks!), DrunkoffSoda (No, I like making my characters in hospitals too…), MissLKid (Thanks for the constant help when I talk to you!), TallemeraRane (Don't worry he's not dead…yet. J/k j/k don't panic!!!), bella1878(Pony did have a broken leg…I guess he deals well with pain!), and last but NOT least…BLATTY (lol you didn't review this chapter, but then again, I noticed you haven't been on for a long time. Oh well, still can't break the chain!! =D)
I couldn't run anymore. Everything was getting blurry and I just couldn't take it. I slowed into a walk and soon into a crawl. My back-pack started weighing me down so disregarding everything, I took it off and left it behind. Slowly, I made my way towards the hill, my leg in so much pain, it was numb. My fingers were about to freeze since the day we left, I didn't take my gloves with me. After what seemed like hours and hours, I reached the top of the hill that I saw Steve rolling down. How was I going to get down there?
"St-Steve?" I called, hoping that he wasn't unconscious. There was no response. I groaned softly. What the hell was I supposed to do now? 'Okay, you're going to have to relax yourself. Calm down.' I told myself over and over again. But I was scared and tired and frustrated. I just wanted to go home and lay in my own bed. Tears sprang to my eyes when I thought of home; of Two-Bit and Darry and Soda. I sat there until night fell, wallowing in self-pity when I should have been looking for Steve. Before I knew it, darkness enveloped me and I fell asleep, getting away from all the pain, from all the misery.
"Go find him, Pony," Johnny faded into the room. What was with this? Why was I seeing people who were dead? Was this some sick joke? What was wrong with me?
"There's nothing wrong with you," Johnny added, as if reading my mind.
"Wh-why am I seeing you? Am I dead?" I asked fearfully.
"No, this is a dream. You can still make it out of this if you really try. You're not dead yet and neither is Steve. Go, Pony. Do everything and anything you can to find him!"
"But how do I get down that hill?"
"Use your head, Pony."
"But you know I'm not good at that!"
"Use your head…"
"I don't get it."
"I must go now. Good-bye Ponyboy."
"WAIT!!!!" But he had faded away just as quickly as he'd come. When I turned around, there it was. The wolf.
"AHHHH!!!!!" I screamed, jolting up in a cold sweat even though it was below freezing outside. What was that all about? I winced as I moved into a crawling position. I was going to find Steve and nothing, not anything or anyone –not even this freaking hill- was going to stop me. Sliding into a seated position, I grasped my leg tightly so it wouldn't be knocked around too much and I slid on my ass down the hill. I can't say it wasn't painful because it was. Branches and ice particles flew into my face and smacked against my leg. Tears were running down my face because I was trying hard not to cry or anything. When I reached the bottom, I took a few minutes to breathe easy and slowly ease up on the tension on my leg, causing more pain.
"Steve, come on…I know you're around here somewhere," I muttered under my breath searching the white area for any sign of life. I spotted a navy blue dot in the distance. It had to be Steve. Not even thinking about it, I started in on him, crawling as fast as I could.
After a few hours of endless crawling, only focusing on the navy blue dot in the distance, the dot had turned into a shape of a human body. It was Steve. I couldn't tell if he was conscious or not and I didn't have the energy to scream to him. Taking in another deep breath, I desperately wished I'd brought water with me. It would take too long to crawl the rest of the distance to get to Steve so I opted for walking. But how? I was going to break my leg off if I tried putting pressure on it. I caught a glimpse of a stick nearby. I untangled it from the heap that it was in and slowly leaned on it, rising from my seated position. I had to lean heavily on it to be able to walk and it still hurt when I did. But it didn't matter. I had to get to Steve. I had to get out alive.
"Steve," I whispered hoarsely as I reached his still body, "Steve!" I shouted louder, dropping onto my ass. His chest was rising and lowering so I knew that he was alive, which was a relief. But he wouldn't be for long it I couldn't get him to wake. I reached out and shook him hard. He stirred and opened his eyes half-way.
"Pony?" he muttered, trying to sit up. I gently pushed him back and forced him to lie down, placing his discarded back-pack under his head.
"Stop moving. Does it hurt anywhere?" I asked him.
"Nah, just my ribs. I think I cracked a few again. It's okay though, everything else is just a little sore. My head kinda hurts a little, but it's nothing serious. How's your leg?" he asked me after summing up everything.
"It hurts like a bitch…but we're alive right now."
"If we don't find a way out of here, we won't be for much longer. We only have two bags of trail mix to live on right now."
"One," I corrected him, "On my way down here to find you, the weight of my bag slowed me down so much, I had to get rid of it."
"Even better," Steve muttered. At this point, even though things were better between us, I was still afraid of a big argument between us.
"Sorry," I squeaked out.
"It's okay, it's not your fault. I just hope someone finds us. And fast. We have one water-bottle between the two of us."
"And snow!" I suddenly exclaimed, "Snow melts into water!"
"That's smart," Steve smiled painfully, "So our water problem is solved. If we can make it into some sort of snow cave, without any wild animals in it, I think we might be safe." I looked around at the field of white that I saw for miles and miles and nothing else. There was no cave.
"I sure wish we had us some smokes," I commented out of the blue.
"So do I," Steve muttered, "so do I." Sighing, he got up into a standing position, wavering slightly from lack of balance. He winced when he stretched because of his ribs, "Let's try getting back up the hill. Helicopters will probably see us better or something." Nodding, I grabbed the stick I used to get to Steve and, once again, struggled to get up. But this time Steve was there to help me so it was slightly less painful, though not pain free. By nightfall, we managed to get almost all the way up the hill, but we kept slipping back down, mainly because of my leg and Steve's head.
"A little more," Steve panted, "We can do it. Just think, Pony. Soda, Darry, Two-bit." 'Soda, Darry, Two-bit.' I chanted over and over in my head. Finally, Steve reached the top and extended his hand gingerly down to reach me. I grabbed hold and struggled to get up to the top. Somehow, we managed. But when we looked at each other to smile in triumph, Steve passed out. Cold. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping it was a nightmare, but knowing it wasn't. I put my fingers where I could feel Steve's pulse and was relieved to find out that he had one. I knew I had to stay with him until help came, but the pain was taking me over and I fought it. I couldn't pass out unconscious. Not now, with Steve out too! But as always, my body didn't listen and I fell into oblivion.
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