Thank you for the reviews, they are what have inspired me to say homework- fuck it and now I'm writing another chapter. Now on with the story, please review. –Kat

Injuries-

Williams was unconscious and badly injured. Next to his bed side was someone who it the description of his wife. She had long brown hair just like he said. "Sheryl?" I said as I walked closer to her.

She turned her head towards me and stood up. "Yes, are you Ponyboy?" She asked hesitantly.

I nodded and looked at Williams and then back at Sheryl. "He talked about you a lot, he really missed you. How is he?"

"He's pulling through. Ponyboy you don't look so good, you really should go and lie back down." She said.

"Alright, if he wakes up can you tell me." I said as I started to walk towords the door.

"Of course I will."

I walked back to my room to see Soda pacing. My left knee was killing me and so was my wrist. When Soda saw me he ran over to help me. "Soda I'm fine, really. I can walk on my own." I said.

"Alright, I was just making sure. You have been through a lot. I'll get the doctor." Soda said as he started to run off.

I sat down on the bed as my mind flooded with all of the bad memories from the past two years. The doctor walked in along with Soda.

"Alright Ponyboy. My names James. Follow my finger if you can." He moved his finger up, down, left, right and I followed it with my finger. "Good, let me see your wrist." He picked up the bandaged arm and felt the bone, painfully. "Alright, it's still broken but it should heal enough, it was shattered. Let me see your knee." As I moved my leg upward he looked at the bruised knee. It hurt like hell. "Your knee is in really bad shape, you will have to use crutches until it heals, which will be a while. Last thing, your back." I turned around as he looked at my sore back. "Ok, it looks good. You'll be here a while. You'll need physical therapy on your knee. I'll get Colonel Anderson; he has some questions for you." James got up and walked away.

Soda and I sat in silence, normally I would want to talk but right now I wanted to know to be left alone but how could I tell my brother that. Colonel Anderson walked in and smiled as he walked over and shook my hand.

"Mr. Curtis we're glad that you are awake. First off the military would like to thank you for your service. Second you have been awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor for your injuries while serving your country. Third we have…" He said as I cut him off.

"I don't want any honor for this, I did nothing. Award Paul, award Williams, not me. I never did anything but survive." I said.

"We understand, you still have the award but you don't have to except it. As I was saying we have questions for you if you feel up to it."

"Sure." I said. Soda was standing in the corner watching the conversation.

"Alright. Do you know about Paul Walker?"

"He died about a year ago. He must have had internal bleeding or something."

"I'm sorry. Did you or either Sergeant Williams or Private Walker say anything about national security?"

"No, that's why we are as hurt as we are as hurt as we are."

He nodded as he made notes. "What exactly did they do to you?"

"What does it really look like, they tortured us for a long time and the only reason that they didn't kill us was because they wanted us to die a long, slow and painful death." I said in anger for what had happened.

Soda face showed nothing but hurt as he looked over at me. "Alright, you rest up ok." He said as he walked out of the room. Right as he was walking out Darry walked in.

"Pony, you alright?" He said as he came over and looked at me before hugging me. Unfortunate for me I was stuck with my brothers when all I wanted to be was alone.

"Yeah Dar, I'm fine." I said as I tried to pry loose from his grip.

"You ok, you seem a little off?" Darry asked.

"I'm fine, just exhausted. I'll be fine, really." I said trying to reassure my brothers who both looked skeptical especially Soda.

"Alright, you sleep Pone." Darry said as he ushered Soda out of the room. Glad that they were gone I leaned back against the bed and started to fall asleep.

It had been a month and physical therapy wasn't working. Me knee was 'smashed" as they put it. The chances of me walking without crutches was slim.

As I was hobbling back from therapy I noticed Williams sitting up in bed. I rushed in there to find him awake. "Williams, how you doing?" I said as I stuck my head in the doorway.

Williams looked up from his bed where I noticed his son sitting on the edge. "Fine, a lot of pain but I'm going to be ok. What about you?"

"My knee is in bad shape but I'm ok. I'll leave you guys alone." I said and then walked back to my room.

I walked in to see two people sitting in the chairs. They stood up when they saw me. "Ponyboy Curtis?" The woman asked.

"Yes, what are you doing in my room?" I asked as I looked closely I saw that the woman had been crying.

The man looked at me and then spoke. "Our son was Paul Walker, he was your war buddy I believe. You were with him during that period of time."

"Yeah, we were good friends. I am so sorry for your loss."

"What happened?" The woman asked as she looked at me with pleading eyes.

"We were all tortured and beaten. He must have been bleeding and after few days he got worse and worse and then he…" I couldn't finish the sentence.

"Did he die peacefully?" She asked.

"He died in my arms, yes he went peacefully." The minute I said it she seemed a little relived.

"We are going to have a funeral in early June, that was his favorite time of the year. The doctors say that the two of you should be out of here by then. We'll contact you with information." She said as tears streamed down her face.

"Alright, thank you."

"No thank you, for the closer." The man said as he shook my hand and led his wife out of the door.

I sank to the floor, Paul was dead and even though it had happened a while ago it still really hurt.

Ok still a lot to go. If you noticed that Pony's having trouble with his brothers, that will come back and me a major event. Please Review! – Kat.