They explained everything that happened to the nurse at the ER. She immediately placed Soda on a gurney and called the doctor. Steve and Tiffany had no option but to wait in the waiting room. "Damn it," Steve cursed, slamming his fist against the side of his chair "he raced so many times and nothing like that ever happened. How could he be so careless?"
"I feel like it's my fault," Tiffany said in a low voice full of guilt and shifting uncomfortably in her chair.
"How so?" Steve asked, looking up at her confused.
"He wasn't paying attention to what was going on around him he was too busy waiving at me trying to impress me."
"C'mon," Steve said, "don't beat yourself up it's not your fault."
"I hope he's gonna be ok" Tiffany said, and a tear rolled down her cheek.
"You really like him don't you?" Steve said.
"I know we just met, but I do," she replied almost whispering.
Steve called Darry, and the rest of the gang arrived just on time. The doctor walked into the waiting room. Family o f Sodapop Curtis he called out. Everybody got up form their seats and went to where the doctor was standing.
"How is he? Is he going to be ok?" Tiffany asked apprehensively.
"He suffered a concussion," the doctor said, "and his left arm is broken."
"We figured that much ourselves," Steve mumbled under his breath.
"Is he conscious now?" Tiffany asked. The doctor nodded.
"He gained consciousness about an hour ago."
"Can we see him?" Tiffany asked.
"It would be better for him not to have any visitors for a little while. Maybe tomorrow you can see him