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A/N: Constructive criticisms, no flames. Flames killed Johnnycakes and Dally. Flames stem ideas. I just wanted to make that clear. But I love constructive criticism, and reviews in general. If you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all.

Mrs. Anna Peter's POV

I couldn't get that little boy out of my head. He was probably only twelve or thirteen years old. I really hoped he was alright.

I decided I was going to go to the hospital and find out for myself.

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I got into the hospital and asked the front desk lady about him. I had to be related to him so I lied, saying I was his grandma. She then told me he was in a coma, but I could see him for myself. I knew I would never sleep unless I saw the boy with my own eyes.

I walked up to room 123, but stopped at the doorway, knocking.

"Come on in," whispered a hoarse voice. It was a younger boy, worry lines sketched on his too-mature face.

"Hello. My name is Anna Peters," I told him. Realization spread across his face.

"The nurses told me that he is in a coma. I'm so sorry." I told him sincerely, tearing up.

"No, thank you. He would have died if you didn't bring him in. I can't thank you enough." He said. He seemed sincere, but his voice was so dull and lifeless it made my heartbreak. I wondered how their parents are taking it. I smiled at him anyway.

"How is he?" I asked. He was visibly distressed at this topic.

"A broken leg, broken ribs, cuncussion, blood loss, malnutrition, dehydration, and he was used as a drug experimental while in captivity." He told me in a pained whisper. I tried to change the subject.

"Where are your parents? I would love to meet them," I asked. He visibly tensed.

"They are dead."

"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry," I stumbled over my words.

"It's not your fault, you didn't know," he told me.

"I hope he gets better," I told him emotionally. He actually smiled very slightly.

"You and me both," he said. We shook hands. Satisfied I could get some sleep tonight I left the hospital with plains to put the young boy on my church's prayer chain, anything that might help him.

Cherry's POV

"That little greaser is long gone. Heard he dumped that greasers body on the road. One less greasers," I heard one of my classmates brag. I wasn't sure who did that, but I heard them say "horseboy" so I knew who's body they dumped. My whole body felt numb.

Before I could pass out I raced to find Two-Bit.

When I found him he told me it was true, but he was alive, barely, in the hospital. He told me he was in the East Side hospital that he was in and which room. He told that he would drive me there and I agreed thankfully. I wasn't sure how I could handle seeing him alone.

I knew one thing, I was going to find out who did this to him.

A/N: Most people hate Cherry, but to me it seemed like she wanted to help both sides.