Reham: I have terrible, terrible news
Two-Bit: Well, actually, it ain't all that terrible!
Soda: Reham deleted her most recent Outsiders story (Error)
Reham: I just wasn't feeling it. I didn't have a good plot and I hadn't thought about it
Darry: And we all know that Reham feels that a story shouldn't be forced
Dally: I didn't know that!
Reham: -rolls eyes- You don't know anything
Pony: Well what do you know, huh? I bet you don't even know 2 plus 2!
Reham: Why you -stops dead-
Johnny: Haha! You can't curse 'cause you're fasting!
Reham: You guys are lucky for 20 more days, but then it's all hurt from there
Steve: -pulls out Dally's famous chainsaw- Well it's all hell for you for twenty more days!
-The gang start edging towards her, trapping her against a wall. Reham wakes up in cold sweat-
Reham: That was the WORST dream I've ever had!
Steve: -pulls out chainsaw- Who says it was a dream?
Two-Bit: Dum dum duh . . . If she owned us, she wouldn't let us do this!
JUST TWO MORE REVIEWS AND WE'LL REACH ONEHUDRED! I LOVE YOU ALL!
…:Surprise Rescue:…
:Martha's PoV:
Oh dear, Rick and I had been stuck in our house for the past couple of days, due to the avalanche that had locked us in. We'd just been able to get our door open. Rick and I were planning on going fishing in the clearer parts of the water.
For as long as I knew, Rick and I had been living up here in the snowy regions. We'd loved it up here and we were happily married. But now we were growing old - I was forty-nine and Rick was fifty. We needed to settle down a little bit.
"Come on, honey," I called to him. He was lacing his boots. I grabbed the fishing rods and he grabbed the bucket as we made it outside.
"It's going to be another great day, isn't it?" he asked me as we walked over the mounds of snow.
"I'm just glad to be out of that house. That's the third avalanche this month. I wonder if someone caused it. I think some people rented that house over by the mountains."
We were far from that house, and the clear water was close to ours. I think I remember there being two different areas of clear water – one near that cabin and one near ours.
We began walking for a while. We first had to get past the short distance of mucky water, and then came the semi-clear rivets. We were just about to finish our conversation on the best fish to catch and how to cook it when I spotted something unusual on the ground.
"Hey Rick, what's that?" I asked him, nudging him slightly. He looked in the direction I was looking at and seemed to notice the object as well. We walked forward a little more when we suddenly realized what it was – and there was more than one.
The object was a kid's jacket. I gasped at the sight. The kid looked to be about fifteen or so, if not, younger. He was pale white and his cheeks were rosy colored. What looked to be a sweatshirt was wrapped around his right arm.
The second boy looked absolutely horrible. He was paler than the other, but his cheeks and his forehead were cherry red. And what troubled me was that he was wearing a T-shirt! Half of it was soaked with blood, while the other half appeared soaked with water. He was going to die out here!
"Oh Lord Almighty, are they still alive?" I asked Rick. He bent down to listen to their heartbeats.
"They've both got faint beats. We'd better get them back to our cabin," he said. I nodded. He was able to carry the older boy without a problem – he was muscular for his age. I carried the smaller boy in my arms and he didn't give me trouble at all. We left our fishing equipment at the site – who was going to take them? And anyway, we had more equipment. What mattered were these boys' lives.
We got them back to the house without any trouble. We put the oldest boy on the long couch and the other on the other long couch. Rick ran to get the first aid kit. I wanted to know how these boys had gotten here. I hoped one of them would wake up. It didn't look like the oldest would wake up for a long time. Rick came back with blankets and the first aid kit.
"Rick, he's shivering," I commented as I placed the blanket around the oldest. Rick was a doctor – and still is, but he's on his vacation – so he knows about these things. He told me to take care of the youngest as he checked on the boy.
I took the first aid kit to the youngest. After taking off his jacket, he began shivering. I put the blanket around him, but not before undoing the sweatshirt. His arm was bruised purple and black and it was broken. I wrapped it with some bandages and located a medical sling to put it in. After that, I wrapped him in the blanket.
"Martha, this kid's got sub acute hypothermia. He looks real bad, but it can be healed in an hour or so."
I knew how horrible hypothermia could get. I left the youngest since he looked well off and went over to the other one. His breathing became rapid over time and I recognized it as tachypnea, one of the symptoms of hypothermia. He was shivering feverishly as well – another symptom.
"I'm going to turn on the bath. Watch over the two."
Rick always said that a person with hypothermia should be put in a bathtub with warm water and fully clothed. He ran to the bathroom on the ground floor and I heard the water turn on. I sighed and went to the kitchen to start cooking some food, just incase one of them woke up and needed food. But I knew that people with hypothermia shouldn't be given food, so I supposed that I was only cooking to feed the little one.
I saw Rick go to the living room and pick up the eldest in his arms. He then disappeared once again. I knew he wouldn't be coming back for a while. I poured the hard spaghetti into the boiling pot of water and stirred it around a few times.
"Mmm . . ." I heard someone mumble. I thought it was Rick, but that mumble was too low to be heard from the bathroom. I turned around from my stirring to find the younger boy turning on the couch. He turned from side to side and I thought he was going to fall off the bed if he didn't stop. I walked over to him and waited for him to wake up.
"Darry . . ." he mumbled. "Sodapop . . ."
I didn't understand. Did this boy want something to eat, or drink? Why had he just mumbled for dairy products, or a soft drink? I reached over to him and shook him gently in hopes of waking him. His eyes shot open and I was suddenly reminded of a raccoon I'd seen trapped in our basement.
"Where am I?" he asked, trying to sit up. I gently pushed him back down.
"Don't worry, you're safe in our home," I told him reassuringly. He didn't seem reassured in the least.
"How'd I get here?" he asked. "Who are you? What am I doing here?"
"Calm down and don't try to talk – you're still weak. My husband and I found you and your friend outside in the snow and we've taken you in to take care of you. My name is Martha Rey and my husband is Rick."
The boy looked at his wrapped arm and then back up at me. "I-I'm Ponyboy Curtis," he said in a voice barely above a whisper.
"That's a unique name now, isn't it?" I said with a smile. He seemed to smile as well, but that quickly faded.
"Where's Steve?" he asked sternly in a voice louder than before.
"Is he your friend?" When he nodded, I continued. "My husband is taking care of him. He has a light case of hypothermia."
XxXxXxX
:Pony's PoV:
I had to trust this woman – after all, who would take in a couple of greasers and patch them up? But what really worried me the most was when the woman had told me that Steve had a light case of hypothermia. I had warned him – and I could have prevented it as well. But it was light, right? So it was good . . . right?
"How did two boys like you end up in the snow like that?" she asked me.
I gulped slowly before answering. I told her the entire story and how we were following the river to get to the clear water near our cabin and the story of the leopard and when I came out of the water. I had just finished telling her about my plan for the clear water when she said, "Oh you poor dear! You must have gotten confused on your way because the river was flowing to us! There are two areas of clear water and you were following the opposite!" I felt stupid at that exclamation. The lady let me continue. I finished the story right where Steve had fainted and then me.
The lady smiled slightly and said, "Steve must care deeply for you."
"Huh?" I asked, confused. Steve didn't give a hang about anything or anyone, maybe Soda, but definitely not me!
"Well, he let you have his jacket and his sweatshirt, didn't he? He walked around in a T-shirt, endangering himself to the cold, just to let you gain warmth. And when he went down in that cave before you, he was making sure that the cave was safe for the both of you. And if it wasn't, he made sure that he experienced the danger instead of you. See what I mean?"
I nodded slowly, thinking. Steve had really cared about me. He had put himself in danger just to keep me out of it.
The lady's husband came back and said, "He should be warming up right now. Why, hello! Who do we have here?"
"Rick, this is Ponyboy Curtis." The lady then began to give a short summary of what had happened. Rick sat down, nodding his head.
"Well Ponyboy, do you know the number to your cabin?" he asked.
My eyes lit up. Of course, how could I have been so stupid? I could call Darry and tell him that I was okay! I nodded my head and Rick handed me the phone. I punched in the cabin's numbers, glad that Darry had made me memorize it. I waited for a while before someone finally picked up.
"Hello?"
It was Johnny's voice! "Johnny?"
"Yeah, who's this?"
"It's Ponyboy!" I exclaimed.
"Ponyboy? God, where are you? We were all so worried! We're trying to dig out of our cabin because that avalanche snowed us in and we're all going crazy! Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Is Darry or Sodapop around? Can I have one of them?"
"Yeah, hold on!"
I could hear someone scuffle over and then take the phone, saying, "Who the hell is calling us in the middle of nowhere?" It turned out to be Darry's voice.
"Darry, it's me!" I exclaimed once again.
"Ponyboy! Where are you? Are you okay? Are you with Steve? What happened? How –"
"Darry, I'm fine," I said with a grin. "Steve's with me and these kind people took us in. We're okay right now, but Steve's got hypothermia and my arm is broken, but we're still fine."
"Can I speak with these people?" asked Darry.
"Yeah, hold on," I said. I turned to the man and said, "My older brother wants to speak to you, sir."
"Just call me Rick," he said before taking the phone from my good hand. I sat in silence while he talked to Darry. After a while, he said goodbye and hung up. He turned to me and said, "He says he'll be here in an hour. Meanwhile, do you want something to eat? I bet you haven't eaten for a while. We found that backpack that your friend had, but it just contained wrappers."
I had told Steve to put the wrappers in the bag. It was bad to litter. I nodded my head slowly, glad for the invitation of food. Martha had set out a wonderful meal and I thanked her quietly when I was done. I couldn't help but think how Steve was going to be with every bite of macaroni that I ate. I hoped he would be okay – after all, he had saved my life.
Reham: Hey ya'll, those of you that have me on your Author Alerts, you'll get an alert saying that I've made a new story, but don't open it, 'cause it's in the Power Rangers category!
Two-Bit: And I thought watching Mickey Mouse was deranged! -cocks one eyebrow-
Reham: It is, but I'm not afraid to admit that I love Power Rangers, even though I'm waaaaaaaaay too old for it and I know everything in it's fake
Steve: -opening book- Oooh . . . look, it's her diary!
Reham: I don't have a diary! I've never had a diary!
Dally: Looks like she's got a crush on someone . . . Jessica Alba?
Soda: Thats not her diary! -snatches book- That's MINE! -stalks off-
The gang: -stare in silence-
Johnny: Please review!
Ack! Last Time, I forgot to thank my reviewers! I'm sooooooooooooo sorry! So here they are:
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