Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders. I just realized that I forgot a disclaimer on the last chapter. Don't let that fool you, I don't own them then either.
This is kinda short. I just scribbled it off. I really ought to plot out my stories before I start writing them. I never have any idea where they're going.
The Warnings are all the same as for the last chapter.
Johnny and Ponyboy were walking. Cherry and Marcia had just been retrieved by their boyfriends and Two Bit had wandered off to find some action. They headed to the lot thinking that they could have a chance to relax and talk. They were surprised therefore to be nearly mowed over by Curly Shepard, with Soda running right behind him.
"What's going on?" Ponyboy asked, confused.
"It's Dally," Soda explained barely slowing down. "Curly said he got jumped and he's hurt real bad. Darry is bringing the truck over."
Johnny drew in a little gasped breath. They were all at the lot within a minute.
Dally was sitting, propped up against the brick wall, and Tim was kneeling next to him, shirtless.
Thank God, Tim thought when he saw that Curly had returned with reinforcements.
He let Soda push him out of the way and check Dally's wound. "Don't worry, Darry'll be here in a minute with the truck. Traffic was real bad so I ran instead."
Dally nodded. He didn't need Soda's concern. Sometimes, truth be told, he didn't really like the middle Curtis boy very much. Soda was just so sweet and likeable it got on Dally's nerves. He saw Ponyboy and Johnny standing behind Soda, looking on worriedly. Then they all saw headlights and heard the truck pull up.
Darry jumped out and crouched by Dally, next to Soda. "You okay?"
Dally didn't mention what a stupid question that was. "I'm okay."
"Can you walk?"
Dally didn't anwer that in what Darry deemed an appropriate time though and before he knew it, Darry was picking him up and carrying him to the truck. Darry deposited him in the passenger seat.
"If y'all are comin along get in the back," Darry said to the group of greasers standing there.
Obediently Ponyboy, Johnny, and Soda piled in to the bed of the old Ford. After a minute of debate, Tim and Curly got in as well. Darry roared off.
"Dally's real lucky y'all found him," Soda commented.
Tim grunted noncommittally and Curly blushed brightly and looked uncomfortable.