Here you are. Another chapter. Geez, thanks for all the reviews. Incredible. And Pony thanks you too. I swear-I have him locked in a closet.
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Well the story is winding down….only a few more chaps to go.
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Pony's POV
"Fancy meeting you here?" I quipped seeing my 'usual' rescuers. "Am I crazy? Do I have psychic powers? Because somehow you're always here when everything blows up in my face." I said with annoyance, mostly directed at my current situation.
Johnny answered while Dally just smirked. "Pone. We're your guardian angels."
The smile left my face. "So is that why you died?"
Dally shrugged. "Who knows, Kid."
"Well, I would think you of all people would," I mumbled petulantly.
"You're a lot calmer than last time," Johnny pointed out helpfully.
"Of course I am. I've been through it all before." I sighed, resigned to my lifetime of crazy experiences.
We all turned to watch the scene before us. I had been lost in pitch black when all of a sudden I was in the medic's ward; back at home base. Crocker and Shepard sat as far away as possible, furiously smoking, staring at the ground instead. "It's crapshoot," Crock muttered.
"Hell, isn't everything?" Shep replied. Crock waved his smoke at him in agreement.
Sergeant Caplan let the medic do his work, pacing back and forth. The medic dug into my stomach, searching. "There's too much blood. He's gonna bleed out," he told the tense room.
"Just…fix it," Caplan said dangerously. The medic ignored the veiled threat, busying himself, trying to staunch the blood. He looked up at Caplan semi-hopefully. "It didn't leave an exit wound." Then to himself muttered, "Just got to find the bullet…Nurse…" The nurse handed him some foreign instruments, which he used to dig into me.
I winced at the sight. Johnny patted me on the back. "Dallas. You couldn't have given me an easier warning? In the dream?"
He shook his head, his dangerous eyes laughing. "Nah. You gotta work for it." I kicked back into a chair. Oddly, I was no longer anxious…just awaiting the outcome.
The medic lifted his dead, sweat dripped from his face. In his 'tongs' he held part of a bullet. "It may have hit part of the liver."
"Let me guess…that's bad." I stated.
"Wow, Johnnycakes, we got a regular Two-Bit Matthews over here on the front." Dallas said sarcastically. Johnny rolled his eyes at the both of us.
After a few more moments of digging around in my lower cavity, the medic wiped his hands and stopped. He shook his head in consternation, looking doubtful. "It's a serious injury, these stomach wounds. He's stable now. Best thing to do is just wait and see." Shrugging he said, "We'll know in a few days."
Caplan's face crinkled into dismay at the unclear conclusion. Looking like he wanted to strangle the medic, he briskly approached Crock and Shepard. They rose stiffly. "They got him sewed up," he told the boys. The other unknown question and answer hung in the air around them.
I could see the Sergeant debating something.
"Sir?" Crock asked, smoke ejecting from his nostrils.
"His brothers…" Sarge drifted off.
Crock and Shep looked at each other uneasily. "You…want me to call?" Crock offered half-heartedly, hoping Caplan wouldn't take him up on it.
"Would you?"
"Chicken shit," Dallas taunted Caplan.
"Everyone can't be brave all the time Dal," Johnny admonished. "He knows it."
Dally nodded in agreement, contemplating Johnny's words. I watched them with contentment. I was glad they were together: the angel on my shoulder and the devil at my back.
Then Dallas turned to me: "Kid, we gotta be going. Bare with this," he waved his hands at the room and me.
As they faded into the background of the mess of red blood and white walls, Dally winked at me. "You do know that when you get back home Darry and Soda are going to chain you to the wall, right?"
"What?" I started, whipping around to glance at my still form, amazed and thankful that Dallas's last news flash wasn't the least bit vague. It seemed as if I would be getting out of here soon...alive, too.
I was surprised Dally gave me that much.
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Ok this wasn't really a cliffy, so all you whiners should be happy. ;) Haha.
In case anyone was wondering…I chose to write in this POV/style b/c I wanted to show what was happening in this scene. Since, I haven't wrote in 3rd person I didn't want to screw up the groove.
Ya dig?
Teehee.
