Greasers' POV
"Damn it!" Dally said.
"What?" asked Johnny.
"I cut myself."
"Oh quit your wining Dally," Two-Bit said.
"I ain't wining. I just nearly cut my finger off."
"Hey has anyone seen Steve lately?" asked Johnny.
"Oh, I went to see him today. I forgot to mention," said Two-Bit.
"How is he?" asked Dally.
"Not good. Not good at all."
"What's wrong with him?" asked Johnny.
"Shit man, he's lost it. You really got to see him. I don't wanna say what's up with him."
"Oh come on just tell us," Dallas said.
"Okay fine, but it ain't good," Two-Bit said. "Okay I was walking t his house when I see him by the Dumpster. I saw him and said hi. He was looking at the floor, but when he looked up his face looked pale and almost dead. There were bags under his eyes like he hadn't slept for days. I asked him what was wrong and he just said his dad kicked him out of the house..."
"Why he kick you out, man?
"He didn't need to answer because I saw a bunch of pills, cocaine, marijuana, and a bunch of other drugs. I was surprised he hadn't taken acid yet. He was a complete mess. The guy is a drug addict. He's got himself into a whole mess of trouble. The guy has almost lost it. He's slowly losing his mind, but there ain't no hope in helping him now. I tried to take him to the hospital, but it was no use."
"Damn that guy took it hard."
"I know. A little to the extreme."
"How does Evie feel about this?"
"She left him. Said that she had been trying to help him, but he wouldn't let himself. She said that she won't go back to him because it's not the Steve she fell in love with."
"Whoa. That sucks. The guy's screwed. We gotta find Soda and bring him here fast. You know even just to visit. Steve needs it if we wanna save his life."
"Yeah, but I don't know Soda's phone number."
"Hey but you got Pony's don't you?"
"Yeah..."
"Then give him a call. He'll probably know Soda's phone number."
"Yeah, okay hold on."
Two-Bit went to the nearest pay phone and dialed Pony's number.
"Hello?"
"Hey, is this Ponyboy?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, hey. I gotta ask you something."
"Who is this?"
"Two-Bit."
"Oh hey. I didn't recognize your voice. Okay what did you need to ask?"
"What's Soda's number?"
"Why?"
"We need it. It's a complete emergency or else we could lose Steve."
"What happened to Steve?"
"He's losing his mind. He's become a drug addict and he needs medical help fast but he won't go anywhere without Soda."
"Oh shit. No way?"
"Yeah so what's the number?"
"(678) 556-7865."
"All right. Thanks. See you next Sunday Pony."
"Yeah okay, bye."
"Bye."
He hung up the phone and dialed Soda's number.
"Hello?"
"Yes, hi is Soda there and may please speak with him."
"He's busy at the moment."
"It's an emergency!"
"Okay, okay. No need to shout. Hold on."
"Hello?"
"Hey it's Two-Bit. Steve needs you NOW!"
"What? Why? What's wrong with him?"
"He needs medical help fast but he won't let himself go without you. He's taking drugs and you're the only one who can stop him. You better get to Tulsa now!"
"All right. I'll be there. Bye."
"Bye."
"What he say?" asked Johnny.
"That he'll be here."
After about an hour they saw Sodapop coming.
"Where the hell is he?"
"Follow me," said Two-Bit.
Everything was happening so fast. When they got to where Steve was, Steve was knocked out. He had LSD in his hand. He had already taken some. The guy was possibly dead. They got to the hospital quick and they got him to a room quick. Everyone had to stay outside while they were examining Steve. After hours of waiting nobody spoke.
A phone rang.
"Hello?" said Soda
It was his dad.
"I can't come home! I told you that my best friend is in goddamn danger!
I can't leave him! I ain't going anywhere until he comes out.
Dad, you gotta understand how much this means to me. He's been my friends since grade school.
I'm not leaving and you're not gonna make me."
Soda was now in tears. He was crying so much he could barely speak. He choked on every word and then just hung up.
No one said anything after that. Then after a long time the doctor came out...
"Damn it!" Dally said.
"What?" asked Johnny.
"I cut myself."
"Oh quit your wining Dally," Two-Bit said.
"I ain't wining. I just nearly cut my finger off."
"Hey has anyone seen Steve lately?" asked Johnny.
"Oh, I went to see him today. I forgot to mention," said Two-Bit.
"How is he?" asked Dally.
"Not good. Not good at all."
"What's wrong with him?" asked Johnny.
"Shit man, he's lost it. You really got to see him. I don't wanna say what's up with him."
"Oh come on just tell us," Dallas said.
"Okay fine, but it ain't good," Two-Bit said. "Okay I was walking t his house when I see him by the Dumpster. I saw him and said hi. He was looking at the floor, but when he looked up his face looked pale and almost dead. There were bags under his eyes like he hadn't slept for days. I asked him what was wrong and he just said his dad kicked him out of the house..."
"Why he kick you out, man?
"He didn't need to answer because I saw a bunch of pills, cocaine, marijuana, and a bunch of other drugs. I was surprised he hadn't taken acid yet. He was a complete mess. The guy is a drug addict. He's got himself into a whole mess of trouble. The guy has almost lost it. He's slowly losing his mind, but there ain't no hope in helping him now. I tried to take him to the hospital, but it was no use."
"Damn that guy took it hard."
"I know. A little to the extreme."
"How does Evie feel about this?"
"She left him. Said that she had been trying to help him, but he wouldn't let himself. She said that she won't go back to him because it's not the Steve she fell in love with."
"Whoa. That sucks. The guy's screwed. We gotta find Soda and bring him here fast. You know even just to visit. Steve needs it if we wanna save his life."
"Yeah, but I don't know Soda's phone number."
"Hey but you got Pony's don't you?"
"Yeah..."
"Then give him a call. He'll probably know Soda's phone number."
"Yeah, okay hold on."
Two-Bit went to the nearest pay phone and dialed Pony's number.
"Hello?"
"Hey, is this Ponyboy?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, hey. I gotta ask you something."
"Who is this?"
"Two-Bit."
"Oh hey. I didn't recognize your voice. Okay what did you need to ask?"
"What's Soda's number?"
"Why?"
"We need it. It's a complete emergency or else we could lose Steve."
"What happened to Steve?"
"He's losing his mind. He's become a drug addict and he needs medical help fast but he won't go anywhere without Soda."
"Oh shit. No way?"
"Yeah so what's the number?"
"(678) 556-7865."
"All right. Thanks. See you next Sunday Pony."
"Yeah okay, bye."
"Bye."
He hung up the phone and dialed Soda's number.
"Hello?"
"Yes, hi is Soda there and may please speak with him."
"He's busy at the moment."
"It's an emergency!"
"Okay, okay. No need to shout. Hold on."
"Hello?"
"Hey it's Two-Bit. Steve needs you NOW!"
"What? Why? What's wrong with him?"
"He needs medical help fast but he won't let himself go without you. He's taking drugs and you're the only one who can stop him. You better get to Tulsa now!"
"All right. I'll be there. Bye."
"Bye."
"What he say?" asked Johnny.
"That he'll be here."
After about an hour they saw Sodapop coming.
"Where the hell is he?"
"Follow me," said Two-Bit.
Everything was happening so fast. When they got to where Steve was, Steve was knocked out. He had LSD in his hand. He had already taken some. The guy was possibly dead. They got to the hospital quick and they got him to a room quick. Everyone had to stay outside while they were examining Steve. After hours of waiting nobody spoke.
A phone rang.
"Hello?" said Soda
It was his dad.
"I can't come home! I told you that my best friend is in goddamn danger!
I can't leave him! I ain't going anywhere until he comes out.
Dad, you gotta understand how much this means to me. He's been my friends since grade school.
I'm not leaving and you're not gonna make me."
Soda was now in tears. He was crying so much he could barely speak. He choked on every word and then just hung up.
No one said anything after that. Then after a long time the doctor came out...