Ch.4
Whoop whoop.....sorry it took so long to update....things have been pretty crazy around here.....I've been at my barn almost every night right after school till 7:30....then hw...so I didn't get a chance to update....sry..... but here is some more....so I hope u all like.... lol
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We went back in that night about 20 minutes after Dally and Steve. I trudged towards Dally's room, completely numb. I felt like I had been wrung out like a wash cloth. Johnny followed silently. I got to his door, and found Dally, Soda and Steve waiting outside. I stared blankly at them, not asking what they were doing, almost not caring. Steve was sitting on a bench out side of the room, close to Soda, whispering something to him. Soda kept shaking his head like he didn't want to hear what Steve had to say. Dally stood rather off to the side, his hands jammed in his pockets, looking down. A cigarette dangled from his mouth. He didn't look too happy either. I sat down on the other corner of the bench and Johnny leaned on the wall opposite to me. He looked tired too. The whole gang did actually. I just felt so empty, silently wishing I was someone else, somewhere else. "What's going on?" Johnny thankfully asked the question for me. Dally looked up, his icy cold eyes, almost softened. "Doc's checkin' him out. He don't know if he'll need surgery or not. But I'm thinkin' that this ain't gonna be pretty, surgery or not." I felt the blood drain from my face. Dally looked over at me and I saw by his look that he wished he hadn't said what he had. "I'm sorry kid," he said softly. "You ok?" I didn't respond. I didn't want people's comfort at the moment. I wanted to run, scream and cry; I wanted to yell my feelings out to the world, to let it all go. My world was falling apart right before me and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.
I finally got a hold of myself, well sorta, when the doctor came out. He was this old fat guy, with thick rimmed black glasses, that looked like he had seen too many things in his life. Soda looked up when he addressed us all. He didn't look too happy. "You fellas all related to this kid?" he asked us. Neither Soda or I responded. Dally jerked his thumb toward us. "Those two are," he said. "The rest of us are just here for moral support." He sounded too sarcastic on that last statement, but the doctor didn't seem to notice. I almost smiled at that comment though. You had to be a pretty big mess to rely on Dallas Winston for moral anything.
The doctor stood facing all of us and took a deep breath. He scowled at Dally, Johnny and I for smoking, but didn't seem like he was going to tell us to knock it off. It wouldn't have had any effect anyways. "You all know your brother -er- friend is in pretty bad shape," he said. Dally rolled his eyes and told the guy to get on with it. Dally wasn't in the best of moods and wanted to know what was going on. The doctor continued. "It seems that he passed out while carrying a pretty heavy bunch of stuff. He landed on his arm and fractured it pretty badly. Since it was a compound fracture he lost a lot of blood. It's in pretty bad shape and he might never regain full use of it again." He paused. I heard Soda let out what sounded like a quiet scream almost, and I almost fell out of the bench. If that was the case.....than we were in big trouble. Dally took the news pretty badly too. He jammed his hands back into his pockets so hard, the knuckles turned white. Johnny looked whiter than I've ever seen him, and Steve looked like he had heard enough. We all had, but apparently the doctor had more to say.
"On a better note, it looks like he'll make it. But he'll have to go through some pretty....serious surgery. The way he fell, he broke a rib, and it punctured his lung. He was barely breathing when we got to him, and that why he's on a respirator now. But he has a pretty good chance of living. He's a strong guy, people like him, usually pull through stuff like this," he told us quickly. I nodded and sighed from relief. Soda looked a little happier and the rest of the gang seemed to relax, a little. "But don't get you're hopes up too high." That stupid doctors voice broke through my little happy reverie. "We still don't know for sure...the poor kids got a lot ahead of him." I groaned. Did he absolutely need to tell us that? We all knew that deep inside but we all wanted to stay on the optimistic side. I knew that if I didn't I would go insane. I guess the guy just wanted to say it for legal reasons, but glory, did we look like the kind of people to sue him? I was tired, really tired. Soda slid over next to me and held me. I hugged him back, and we stayed like that for who knows how long. I could tell he had forgotten the rest of the gang was there and I had too. This was a brother moment, both of us grieving over the part of us that was lying half dead in that room. Darry. I felt my self drift off, head full of worries, but glad for my best friend, my other half, my brother Soda.
Here's some more dudes.......hope its satisfactory..this does seem a little....uh...depressing, but hey..things have to get worse before they get better...........
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