Ok.... So that was 4 weeks. -.- Sorry. After not writing for a long time, and then trying to think of ideas, it's just..... Hard. So, um... Yeah. Hope you enjoy it. :D

Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders

CHAPTER 6

What was only 2 seconds seemed to last for hours. The worst pain imaginable engulfed my entire body as I realized the car was still moving against the Mustang.

I opened my mouth to scream, but instead I saw my life flash before me. Oh, God, no I can't die now. Come on! I can't die! The whole world went black.

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I woke uphot, dark, confined room. Oh God. I'm in Hell. My eyes blinked open and I sighed with relief. (Well, I tried to sigh, but I just kind of choked for some reason.)

My vision was blurred, but I could see a doctor standing above me. I also saw a familiar face. "Darry?" I whispered. I tried to move my arm, but something was stopping me. "Ponyboy! You're ok!" he exclaimed. "What happened?" I moaned. "Where's Soda?" The doctor nodded to Darry, and walked out of the room. "You probably remember, this, but, you and Soda got in a huge car wreck. They don't know exactly what caused it." I bet I do, I answered to myself. "The people in the other car only got a few bruises and a wrecked car. Which is odd, because you were in the truck, and they were in a Mustang... You just broke a couple ribs and your arm." He paused for a minute and looked at the floor, then back at me. "Pony, they don't know if Sodapop will make it."

I stared at him in disbelief. I would be a complete wreck for the rest of my existence if Soda died. Darry understood, he obviously felt the same way as me. He patted me on the shoulder and said in a shaky voice, "But let's not think about that." I nodded, and tried my hardest not to think about it. I shoved it to the back of my mind and reopened my eyes. Darry was sitting in the chair beside where I was laying. He had a blank look on his face. "So…" I said. "Only an arm and 2 ribs, huh? Guess I'm lucky." Darry nodded, completely spaced out. I guess we both were. I looked at the opened door and noticed a picture of a Christmas tree taped to it. I hadn't realized how late in the year it was.

Every Christmas, we each got one present, and if we're lucky, something from a friend. Every Christmas morning, Soda would run screaming like a little kid to the living room. Darry and I would laugh, and Steve, Dally, and Johnny would all come over. Two-Bit stayed with his family on Christmas.

I blinked my eyes as I realized something. This was the first Christmas Johnny or Dally wouldn't be there. I wondered what it would be like, then glanced at Darry. He was still staring at the wall. Then I wondered what it would be like with Sodapop. I wondered what my whole life would be like without Sodapop.

"So… Why don't you go to Soda's room?" I dared. "They won't let me in," Darry replied simply. "Oh," I whispered.

The doctor walked in silently. "I'm going to put some pain medication in your IV." I nodded and looked down at my hand. I hadn't even noticed the mass of tape on my hand.

The pain medicine stung. I ignored it and decided to sleep…

I woke up, with absolutely no sense of time. I looked at the window, but the were covered so much I couldn't see. Darry wasn't in the room anymore. I wondered where he could of gone.

My legs ached to stand. I had been in bed for however long I had been asleep. I figured I shouldn't though, in case the doctors didn't want me to for some odd reason.

I wondered what hospital I was in. I figured I was probably in the charity one, the same one Two-Bit was in.

This was confirmed when I heard the sound of crutches hitting the floor and looked up to see Two-Bit entering the room. "Hey!" he exclaimed. I returned his greeting, still a bit dazed. Two-Bit stared at me in astonishment, as if he couldn't believe it. I didn't blame him.

"Hey Two-Bit…. What day is it?" I asked. He gave me an odd look and answered, "You are out of it. Friday, I do believe." I nodded. I assumed it was around 5 when I fell asleep the day before.

For once, Two-Bit had a serious and concerned look on his face. There was a long, awkward silence before Two-Bit said anything. "So… I sure hope Soda makes it." No way, I thought. "Yeah, me too, me too," I answered back.

Two-Bit and I talked for a while, and I finally asked if Steve had dropped by. Two-Bit simply said, "I don't know, I haven't seen him in a couple days." I nodded, and we continued our conversation.

Suddenly, over the hospital intercom, the words "code blue" sounded. I heard footsteps rushing down the hall, just five seconds after. I wondered what code blue could mean. Two-Bit shrugged and said, "Hmm, I guess someone's dying." I almost had to grin at these words. He said it like it was no big deal at all.

But then reality struck me. What if Soda was dying? I jumped up out of the bed and cringed in pain. "Two-Bit, we have to go see who it is. Now." Two-Bit seemed a bit taken back. "Umm… Ok?" He answered and I began limping towards the door. It hurt to move, because of my broken ribs. I stuck my head out the door and followed all of the nurses and doctors down the hallway. We tracked them down the stairs, and down another hallway. (Well, I should say I tracked them, because I was going as fast as I could and Two-Bit was on crutches.)

He had gone down 3 flights of stairs till the hospital people turned into a room. Even as fast as I was going, I was far behind them.

Suddenly, Darry burst out of the room. "Ponyboy! Hurry!" As I got closer to him, I could see his eyes were watering. "It's Sodapop! He's dying!"

DUN-DUN-DUH-NUN! Surprised you, didn't I? The end was incredibly hard to write, so it may sound like... Really corny. Like... Really. I hate how I worded that. But I cannot think of any other way to imply this.... I'm not good at emotinal scenes.