Disclaimer: I'm not writing this twice in one night. You all know the drill. I own nothing except a few doctors and nurses.
Darry's POV
After I had gone to see Pony again, I told him, Soda, and Steve that I was going home. On the way there, I kept my eyes peeled for Twobit. It was strange for no one to know where he was. Not too long ago, we would have all assumed he was out drinking or partying. He had promised to quit drinking. He wouldn't break that promise. I was almost home when I caught sight of someone lying in the lot. I knew it was Twobit. I had felt that way when Johnny got jumped. I parked my truck and ran over to him. My breath caught when I got a look at his face. It was cut up and bruised, like nothing I had ever seen before. There was a huge cut on his arm that was still bleeding. I was sure that wasn't what they had meant to cut open. Some socs must have jumped him with a blade and knocked him out. They had probably been drunk too. Twobit was unconscious, and I tried to shake him awake, but it didn't work. I didn't want to leave him like that, but I had to get help. I quickly got back in my truck and drove to my house to call 911.
Twobit's POV
I felt like I was stuck inside of a tunnel that kept pulling me in deeper and deeper. It wouldn't let me go. It wouldn't let me return to the land of the living. I was trying to fight it, but I couldn't. It was too strong. It only got stronger as it pulled me farther away from consciousness...
Darry's POV
A few minutes after I got back to the lot, I heard sirens. As they approached us, I talked to my friend even though he probably couldn't hear me.
"Hey, Twobit. The ambulance is coming. You're going to be fine, buddy." I said.
The paramedics got there and loaded him into the ambulance on a stretcher. I followed them to the hospital in my truck. Please be okay, Twobit. I thought. When we got to the hospital, they admitted him. I waited for a little while before a doctor came out. I explained who I was, then he informed me that Twobit had a few broken ribs that were bandaged up and also had stitches in his arm. He said that he should regain consciousness in a little while. Luckily, he didn't have a concussion. I went in to see him, and he looked somewhat better. Almost as soon as I walked in, his eyes opened.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" I asked.
"Pretty lousy." Twobit answered.
"At least you're awake now. So what happened?"
"I was walking to your house, and I got jumped by a bunch of socs. One of them had a blade. There was nothing around to fight with. I tried to defend myself, but it was six against one."
They must have been some rough guys. I had never seen Twobit this beaten up before.
"I found you unconscious in the lot on my way home and called the ambulance." I said.
"Man, I'm glad you did. How's Pony doing?" He asked changing the subject.
"He's doing okay and getting better."
"That's good. I can't believe I landed myself in the hospital."
"It's the socs' fault. They don't have anything better to do besides jump us."
"I should've been able to fight them."
"Twobit, there were too many. I bet they were drunk too. I need to go back to ICU and check on Pony. I'll see if Soda or Steve will come down here."
"All right."
Twobit's POV
I couldn't believe I was in this hospital too. Soda and Steve came down here to see me, and we were talking when a doctor came in.
"Well, Mr. Matthews, I see no reason why you can't go home. Just fill out this paperwork and come back in a few days to get those stitches out." He said and handed me a bunch of papers.
Mr. Matthews? I smiled at that. It sure sounded funny. It was way too proper. Everyone I knew called me Twobit. The doctor left, and I filled out the paperwork. I sure was glad to be getting out of that place. I hadn't even been there long, and I was already sick of it. I hoped Pony would leave soon too. I would go see him first, then I would go home and sleep. I still didn't feel that great, and those cuts hurt some too. Why can't those stupid socs just leave us alone? I thought.
Darry's POV
After I had gone to see Pony again, I told him, Soda, and Steve that I was going home. On the way there, I kept my eyes peeled for Twobit. It was strange for no one to know where he was. Not too long ago, we would have all assumed he was out drinking or partying. He had promised to quit drinking. He wouldn't break that promise. I was almost home when I caught sight of someone lying in the lot. I knew it was Twobit. I had felt that way when Johnny got jumped. I parked my truck and ran over to him. My breath caught when I got a look at his face. It was cut up and bruised, like nothing I had ever seen before. There was a huge cut on his arm that was still bleeding. I was sure that wasn't what they had meant to cut open. Some socs must have jumped him with a blade and knocked him out. They had probably been drunk too. Twobit was unconscious, and I tried to shake him awake, but it didn't work. I didn't want to leave him like that, but I had to get help. I quickly got back in my truck and drove to my house to call 911.
Twobit's POV
I felt like I was stuck inside of a tunnel that kept pulling me in deeper and deeper. It wouldn't let me go. It wouldn't let me return to the land of the living. I was trying to fight it, but I couldn't. It was too strong. It only got stronger as it pulled me farther away from consciousness...
Darry's POV
A few minutes after I got back to the lot, I heard sirens. As they approached us, I talked to my friend even though he probably couldn't hear me.
"Hey, Twobit. The ambulance is coming. You're going to be fine, buddy." I said.
The paramedics got there and loaded him into the ambulance on a stretcher. I followed them to the hospital in my truck. Please be okay, Twobit. I thought. When we got to the hospital, they admitted him. I waited for a little while before a doctor came out. I explained who I was, then he informed me that Twobit had a few broken ribs that were bandaged up and also had stitches in his arm. He said that he should regain consciousness in a little while. Luckily, he didn't have a concussion. I went in to see him, and he looked somewhat better. Almost as soon as I walked in, his eyes opened.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" I asked.
"Pretty lousy." Twobit answered.
"At least you're awake now. So what happened?"
"I was walking to your house, and I got jumped by a bunch of socs. One of them had a blade. There was nothing around to fight with. I tried to defend myself, but it was six against one."
They must have been some rough guys. I had never seen Twobit this beaten up before.
"I found you unconscious in the lot on my way home and called the ambulance." I said.
"Man, I'm glad you did. How's Pony doing?" He asked changing the subject.
"He's doing okay and getting better."
"That's good. I can't believe I landed myself in the hospital."
"It's the socs' fault. They don't have anything better to do besides jump us."
"I should've been able to fight them."
"Twobit, there were too many. I bet they were drunk too. I need to go back to ICU and check on Pony. I'll see if Soda or Steve will come down here."
"All right."
Twobit's POV
I couldn't believe I was in this hospital too. Soda and Steve came down here to see me, and we were talking when a doctor came in.
"Well, Mr. Matthews, I see no reason why you can't go home. Just fill out this paperwork and come back in a few days to get those stitches out." He said and handed me a bunch of papers.
Mr. Matthews? I smiled at that. It sure sounded funny. It was way too proper. Everyone I knew called me Twobit. The doctor left, and I filled out the paperwork. I sure was glad to be getting out of that place. I hadn't even been there long, and I was already sick of it. I hoped Pony would leave soon too. I would go see him first, then I would go home and sleep. I still didn't feel that great, and those cuts hurt some too. Why can't those stupid socs just leave us alone? I thought.