Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own The Outsiders or Ponyboy. Sigh. The owner is he best author ever, S.E. Hinton. I also do not make a profit from what I write on this site.

A/N: Does it bother anybody that I'm writing at 12 years old? I've read some places that it bothers people. I don't see why, I'm trying my best, but I'm in seventh grade.

Cherry's POV

I hopped into Two-Bit's old beat up car on the way to the hospital. All I was thinking was I hoped we didn't die or get in a car wreck.

We luckily didn't, and made it to Ponyboy's room in one piece. I felt my heart sink to my toes as I looked at the young, pale boy lying in the hospital. His leg was brisk and gauze was wrapped around his head. Blood was flowing in one IV and in the other was I'm guessing nutrients.

He has been through so much. He had been involved in Bob's death, but bounced back eventually.

That's it! Everything just clicked.

Who would want revenge on him more than anyone?

Randy and David.

I made small talk for a while, but I knew it was amward for me to be here. Before I came back, I vowed, I was going to come back with information on Ponyboy's kidnappers.

Darry's POV

Ponyboy had been in the hospital for a little over a week. The brain swell due to the concussion had gone down some. They were worried about his blood pressure, which was fluctuating, so they decided to wean him slowly out of his coma. It looked good, but the chances were there he wouldn't wake up or if he woke up he would be all there.

He may have received brain injury due to the fact that he had the concussion for so long without receiving treatment.

X (few minute pause)

They were now taking out the drugs of his arm. The doctor told Soda and I to try to talk to him. Soda was using mom's old nickname to try to lull him out of his coma.

It took a whole hour of the both of us rubbing his hands and caking softly to him. He cracked an eye slowly, then groaned. He started to breathe really hard.

"Ponyboy, sh, your alright baby." I whispered. Now, I never called him baby, but judging by his face he needed it right now.

He looked around wildly, like he was expecting something to attack him.

"Your in a hospital." Soda told him. He moaned softly.

"Your fake. I'm delus'nal. N'rmaly cant f'l ya." He croaked, slurring as he was still tired.

"Your in a hospital. We found you, were hear." I told him. I think it comforted him because he fell asleep.

A/N: Sorry this is so short. I wanted it at least 550 words to post tonight. I'm stuck really bad. I did have ideas, but then I lost them all. Please give suggestions. Night ya'll. Please review. I probably will only post one chapter, or none. If not I will have one or two on Tuesday.