Rewritten chapter 3

Thank you so much for reviewing. I'm only making this chapter so soon, because of all the positive feedback. Thank you so much for reviewing if you did! Here's chapter 3! Enjoy! Oh, and before I forget! This chapter is dedicated to my mom for one of the ideas with what's wrong with Ponyboy... Okay here's chapter 3!

Darry's POV

It was my fault Ponyboy was in this position. All my fault he was here in the hospital.

I nearly started to cry when Soda and I walked towards the doctor. By his grave face, I'd think that Ponyboy died... NO! No thoughts like that. I had to be hopeful for Ponyboy. I couldn't give up on him now.

Soda and I walked closer to the doctor.

"I'm sorry to tell you this, boys, but your brother didn't make it." The doctor looked sorry. Reality finally hit my fully in the face. Ponyboy dead? No that's not possible! He's my kid brother. He couldn't be dead!

One look at the doctor and I could tell he was telling the truth. I glanced at Soda to see how he was handling this. He was bawling.

I embraced him in a hug, and turned to the doctor. "Your wrong!" I shouted. My vision blurred, as tears made streaks down my cheeks. It surprised me so much that I was even crying. I didn't even cry at mom and dad's funeral. After all that's happened, I'm surprised even more that I wasn't on the floor in a fetal position .

"I'm sorry." Just as he finished, a nurse come running out.

"Doctor, come quickly!" She shouted.

"What's going on?" I asked. The doctor said he was gonna check it out. He told Soda and I to not leave the hospital. As he said that, I knew he was talking about Ponyboy. I wouldn't even think about leaving if it had something to do with my baby brother.

Suddenly the doctor came running out again, this time with a smile on his face. "He's alive." He said as he got closer to Soda and I. Soda's face lit up, I just cried more out of happiness.

"How...?" I didn't finish the sentence, but the doctor knew what I was saying.

"I really don't know," he said, "but I can tell you one thing, that brother of yours is a fighter." I smiled widely at the comment. I knew he was a fighter. Always has been, always will be. Even if he was more sensitive than anyone else.

For the first time since the accident with mom and dad, I looked up at the roof and silently thanked God for bringing Ponyboy back to us.

Soda's POV

Should I dare hope? Would it be awful if I didn't? I couldn't let myself get to hopeful. Knowing me it's a battle not worth fighting for.

The doctor said that once they finished bandaging him up, we could see him. I was excited to see him.

Good bye tears... For now at least.

I knew at that moment that Darry truly loved Ponyboy. Not that I doubted it before, but now it made it official. If only Ponyboy could see Darry crying right now. He wouldn't doubt Darry's love for him ever again.

10 minutes later- Ponyboy's POV

My eyes felt heavy. It felt as if bricks were weighing them down. Like gravity on an apple falling from a tree. My legs felt as if as if a dog was biting them and wouldn't let go.

I could still remember the feeling I had a few minutes earlier. It was black, but suddenly a bright white light started coming closer to me. It nearly blinded me. It was a great feeling. Better than the heavy darkness. I knew I was dieing. Suddenly something was tugging on me from behind. It was a roller coaster feeling. I flew backwards and the darkness consumed once again.

Now I could here a voice next to my head. A hand grabbed my hand. Was the voice... Soda's? He sounded like he'd been crying for sometime. I needed to get back to them.

The strong need for it become almost unbearable.

I groaned and moved my hand slightly, the one that wasn't being squeezed the life out of by Soda. Not that I minded. It felt like my life line. Something keeping me attached to earth.

Soda's POV

Ponyboy looked horrible. Half of his body was covered by a blanket, thank goodness, but I knew there were braces on his legs. The timber had crushed his knees and the doctors were hoping he could walk again... Hoping... Not 100% fact. Dang it.

As I looked at Pony's face, tears welled up in my eyes. Poor baby...

I ran over to his bedside and grabbed for his hands, saying comforting words to him.

His eyes were covered heavily by bandages. Even though the doctor had warned them about it, it was still a shock.

The doctors didn't know if he'd ever see again. They had to wait for his eyes to heal, before they could be sure.

I saw Pony's other hand twitch and heard a groan release out of his mouth.

"Darry?" I called out. He stood by Pony's bed on the other side of him.

"Soda...?" a small voice asked from the bed.

"I'm here." I said squeezing my hand.

"I Can't see!" Pony shouted trying to sit up.

"Easy, Pony," Darry said.

"Darry...? I-I'm so so sorry.." Pony started to say.

"It's okay." said Darry. "It's not your fault. I should be the one apologizing. I'm sorry." Tears flooded his eyes, making his voice crack.

"It's okay Darry, It's not your fault." Pony then sighed. "How bad am I?" He asked suddenly after a silence that wasn't awkward at all.

How were we gonna tell him the possibility of never walking again? Or how about his eyes? How would we tell him about maybe never seeing again?

I glanced at Darry. He looked like he was wondering the same thing I was.

What were we gonna do?

It's my own story and I almost cried! This part was very emotional to me... Hope you guys had the same reaction! PLEASE review! Thank you for reading!