Disclaimer- I do not own The Outsiders, and unfotunately, never will.

Here is chapter 2! Thanks to all my reviewers! I really needed the support.

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CHAPTER TWO

I stared in horror at Two-Bit. Sodapop and Steve were kneeling there, with the exact same looks on there faces. Before I could say anything, Steve whispered quietly, "I-I-I'll go get Darry…"

Soda nodded as he ran off.

I repeated myself, "Two-Bit, what happened to you?!" He closed his eyes and sighed, "The S-S-S-Socs." I could tell he was having trouble talking.

Two-Bits eyes opened and struggled, "They just came up to me in that stupid blue Mustang."

He closed his eyes again. I noticed his face was swelling majorly.

"Wish I still had that that switchblade."

Steve and Darry came sprinting back.

Darry almost fell over when he saw Two-Bit. I had never seen that look in his eyes. Not even when Johnny had gotten beat up.

I noticed that Two-Bit's leg was gushing blood. Without thinking, a ripped off my t-shirt and wrapped it around his leg.

Two-Bit flinched. "Sorry…" I muttered. Two-Bit began to shout curses as loud as he could, which wasn't very loud. He stopped cussing for a moment and but his hand on his arm. "I… I think it's broken," He muttered. "Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised if that wasn't the only thing broken," Steve mumbled.

"Man, this just sucks! What did we ever do to those damn Socs? Ok, so we did something, but that was settled, and they've done more stuff to us than we'll ever do to them!" Two-Bit exclaimed. "they just go around looking for fights, and nothing ever happens to them! While over on the east side, we have people getting killed and huge fights, and nobody ever does anything about it!" By that time Two-Bit was out of breath.

"Two-Bit, come on, calm down. Stop talking. We're gonna get you to the hospital," Darry soothed. I could see how desperate he was to calm him down, Two-Bit had tears in his eyes.

"Can you sit up?" Darry questioned. Two-Bit struggled, but finally got him self up. Suddenly, his eyes closed and he fell back onto the ground with a thump. "Two-Bit!" Steve exclaimed. I cringed.

"Two-Bit, come on, wake up!" Steve shook him. Darry stood and grabbed one his arms. "Come on, he have to get him in the truck"

Soda, unusually quiet, also stood, and grabbed his other arm. Steve opened the door and turned the keys.

Darry and Soda dragged Two-Bit into the truck. I sprinted to the other side and we squeezed in. It was pretty cramped, but no one seemed to notice. Darry sped down the road, racing towards the hospital.

I think we passed about 6 policemen on the way there, but there was no way he would stop. I'm surprised we didn't get in a high-speed chase.

We finally reached the hospital, and Soda and I were out of the car before it even stopped. We ran through the hospital doors and got the attention of a few nurses.

They put him on a stretcher and rushed him into a room. We tried to get in, but one of the nurses said we weren't aloud back there.

I trudged back to the waiting room, and sat in a hard chair. Steve was holding his head in his hands, while I was tapping my feet. Darry's hands were balled up into fists. Sodapop was sitting there, staring into space.

We sat there, for what seemed like hours, till a doctor came out and talked to us. "Boys, I'm sorry. He might need surgery." I hoped more than anything he wouldn't need surgery. "I need a release form signed."

We had called him mom earlier, and unsurprisingly, she didn't give a rip.

Darry sighed, "Give it here." Darry was about the only guardian Two-Bit had.

The doctor handed him a pen and a piece of paper. He signed it, and leaned back in his chair.

"Thanks. Now, about his injuries," The doctor sighed. My eyes widened. I really didn't want to hear them, but I guess I was going to get told anyway.

"Well, Two-Bit has multiple cuts all over his body, as you have seen. He lost 3 pints of blood; he was lucky to survive. He have given him a blood transfusion." I flinched when he said he was lucky to survive. I hadn't known it was that serious. The doctor continued, "He broke his tibia, and his right humerus and has a severe concussion. If you would like, you may see him now." He pointed to an elevator. "Go up to the third floor and find room 256." I barely understood a word he was saying.

Darry nodded and answered, "Ok, thanks Doc." The doctor turned and walked off. We all stood at the same time and started walking towards the elevator without a word.

We arrived on our floor and walked to the room. We quietly walked in and I heard the steady beeping of the hospital equipment. I heard Two-Bit's quiet breathing. It reminded me of when Johnny was in the hospital, after the church had fallen on top of him.

"Two-Bit, it's us," Soda whispered as we approached him. I must have been pretty dazed this morning, because we seemed even worse now. I could barely recognize him.

He was lying on his back, with his eyes closed. We stepped over him, and he weakly opened his eyes. "Hey guys," He muttered. We stood in horror. I finally spoke for the first time since this morning, "Two-Bit, I'm so glad your ok!"

"Well, I wouldn't say I was ok…" He struggled to put a smirk on his face.

Steve pulled up and asked quietly, "Two-Bit, what happened with those Socs?"

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Sorry it's kind of... Not good.. part of it was written during the Superbowl... and you know the rest.