I stood up and failed, the ground was rushing up to my face, but two strong arms caught me.
"Are you okay?" The greaser holding me asked.
I put my hands on his chest and tried to push myself away, but he tightened his grip around me.
"P-please, d-d-don't hurt me." My voice wavered and broke; I could tell I was close to tears.
"Why would I hurt you?" He asked as he looked me in the eyes. "Who did this to you? Was it those Socs? I hate Socs!"
"I am a soc! And I think I can stand on my own now." I was wrong and once again the ground rushed back up to me. I landed on my left side, screaming bloody murder. I grabbed my side, but it only hurt more. I began to bawl, but I screamed even louder. I turned over onto my back and looked at my side, I an all of the people standing in the lot gasped in unison. I had a deep gash going up my side, ending just under my bra. I was gushing blood all over the ground, I looked at the Greaser who had caught me and he was drenched in my blood.
"Oh my God!" Everyone looked at him and their mouths dropped open further.
The man, who was wearing my blood as an outfit, ran to my side and scooped me up into his arms, apologizing every time I screamed in pain.
"C'mon we're going to the hospital!" He carried me wedding style down the streets. I laid my head against his chest and blacked out.
Two-Bit's POV
"1, 2, 3, CLEAR! 1, 2, 3, CLEAR!" I stood there and watched the doctors boost her with the paddles, 5 times already. 'It's too late, they can't save her.' Hatred for the socs was building up inside me, sure I hated them before…but they've gone too far! Killing a young girl! A soc even!
"We've got a pulse! Move her to the ER." I heard one doctor yell. I got up and followed her stretcher to wherever they wanted to take her. I didn't even know her name, but she was important to me.
She stayed two days in the hospital, and I stayed with her, she had to see that I didn't just leave her to die. The boys had left hours ago and I just sat in the room with her, staring at her beautiful face. I bet she's even more beautiful without all of those cuts and bruises on her face.
A few hours later, the doctor walked in and told me she was just fine, she just needed rest was all.
He took one look at my clothes and asked, "Young man, did you have something to do with this girl getting hurt?"
I looked down at my clothes; I was wearing my old faded blue jeans and grey Mickey Mouse shirt; which were not stained with dry blood. I hadn't had time to change my clothes; I hadn't even left her room once.
"NO! I'm the one who saved her! It was the no-good socs who beat her like this!"
The doctor nodded and told me that I could take her home now. I used the closest pay phone to call Darry. I told him to come pick us up and to bring a change of clothes for the girl.
When Darry got here he tossed the bundle of clothes in my direction. He sat down next to me and put hi arm around my shoulder. I could tell he brought a pair of Ponyboy's shorts; they were small, but still too big for her.
I called the nurse in and handed her the clothes, "Dress her, we're takin' her home." Darry and me walked out and closed the door behind us.
A few minutes later the nurse walked out and smiled in our direction.
I carried her bridal style out to the car, and laid her down in the back seat, her head on my lap.