Title- Outsider Jess
Chapter Title- Daddy at the Hospital
Disclaimer- I don't own The Outsiders
"You can't get a doctor!" I yelled at them. I was panting because I lost my breath through all of that screaming. I heard a door swing open and my dad stormed in.
"Yer a stupid bitch," he yelled at me, "Yer gonna make me pay a hospital bill. Why should I?" He was drunk, again. His voice was loud and when he entered, everybody else left. I trembled.
"Yer crazy if ya actually think I'm gonna pay for ya, yer insane," he yelled again. He punched my nose and I whimpered in pain.
"Ya like that?" I shook my head. He walked out of the hospital room and a tear streamed out of my eye and my nose was bleeding. I heard Steve arguing with him but I don't remember that much because then a nurse came in soon and started to clean off my nose. I shooed her away after I got her to undo the straps around me.
I stood up and left the room to see Steve and my dad outside.
Hit him, he hit you.
Right in the nose, get even with him.
This time, I let the voices get to me. I walked to him and attempted to punch him but he caught my wrist and smirked.
"What do I do with ya now?" I swallowed and pulled my wrist back and went into the room. Eyes were on me as I entered.
"Are you really a kleptomaniac?" I heard somebody ask.
"I'm fine, I'm okay now," I told them and went to go see a doctor. I wanted to get out fast; I was going to hitch a ride to New York.
"You can't leave yet, after what your brother described you did at the gas station. We want to run a few more tests."
"You are NOT running tests on me. Let me leave." I went to go into my pocket for the switch, but I was in a hospital gown. The doctor sighed, he could only do tests if I let him, and I wasn't letting him. Darry took us all home.
"Why was my switchblade in your pocket?"
"Why were you looking in my pocket?" He gave up; he knew he wasn't going to win. Steve was sitting in the back with me. We went to the Curtis's house where Two-Bit was with Ponyboy, wrestling. The door opened and they looked at me. My throat hurt and my nose was sore and swelling and there was an awful ringing noise in my ears.
"Whatchya lookin' at?" I managed to croak out and the resumed their game.I grabbed some ice and put it on my nose. I lied down on the couch and tried to get the ringing in my ears to stop.
