Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders, wish I did though.
Darry looked at me. "Did Dally have a gun when you were at the movies?" His voice was steady. I could see him. All tense.
"I don't know." I said, my voice was shaking.
"Damn." Darry said under his breath. The four of us took a running towards Dally, with me and Johnny in the lead. In a few minutes, we were there. There were no Socs, no mustangs and no fights. Just Dally, and blood. Soda choked out a sob. Darry, trying to act the oldest, went forward and held Dally's wrist. "Still alive." Darry mumbled. "We got to take him to the hospital." Darry paused for a moment and looked at us. "Soda! Get the car!" he said loudly. Soda immediately obeyed and went off.
In a moment, we were on the road. Darry's jaw was clenched and his fingers were gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles white. I didn't say anything. I was too shocked to say a word. All I knew was that Dally might die. Johnny was pale, his big black eyes were blacker then I ever saw them.
"Guys?" Dally mumbled. "Do any of you have a cancer stick?" he asked. We all stared at him. I breathed in a sigh of relief. At least he's still alive.
"No. You can't be smoking." Darry said firmly. Dally managed a scowl and he clutched his bloodied side.
"I'm gonna kick them Socs asses. God. Didn't know they even had a heater. God." Dally said, pummeling his fist into the car seat.
"He's going to be okay." The doctor said. "He'll live. Just a few days at the hospital. He'll be fine. You can even come and visit him now."
It was morning. Johnny and me were yawning from the lack of sleep. We walked towards Dally's room.
"Get out! Get the hell outta here!" I heard Dally yell. A nurse came bustling out and muttering "greaser." I looked at Johnny and we both walked in.