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They've been waiting do over two hours now.
This amount of time sitting still would usually send Two-Bit over the
edge. But he wasn't really his regular self now, was he?
He hasn't been 'himself' since Darry had givin the nurse the form back.
She hadn't had much news. She had only said Dally was in surgury right
now, that'd he'd had been shot five times, two scimmed him,one along his
ribcage and the other along his arm.
One bullet entered his lower leg, but wasn't life threatening. The
ones they were worried about was the ones that hit his torso. The
first one entered in his lower adomen, missing most major organs but
caused massive bleeding, which if wasn't stopped would kill him.
The other one entered the high right side of his chest. It had hit
his ribs and shattered, sending prices of metal flying inside his
body. Most exited back out of his back and chest, though some stayed
inside, collapsing one of his lungs, and causing even more bleeding.
They had also said that he had a fewbroken ribs, a bone in his hand was
broke aswell and that he had a minor concussion, but didn't understand
how.
Two-Bit and the rest of the gang knew it was probably from the rumble,
maybe from the rodeo, but hadn't bothered to bring it up. Why tell a
cop about a massive fight that had tooken place only hours before?
Two-Bit was brought back out of his thoughts when Sodapop stood up
and started pacing, making the tension in the room even higher, back
and forth...back and forth...back and forth...back and forth...back
and forth...
Jake Wilson watched the one they called Soda pace anxiously around the
room. Finally he had enough.
He looked aroud at the rest of the people in the waiting room. How
should I break the silence he asked himself thoughtfully. He didn't
want it to be awkard but still...
"Sooo umm.."
Steve broke his stare away from his pacing friend to look at the cop
who helped Dally. The cop looked around nervously. "Soo ummm"
the guy started, "what's y'all names?"
He looked at him in disbelief. He wanted to know our names. Wanted to
become buddies so when you lock us up later you laugh at us. He felt
slightly angered towards him. But maybe he's trying to be friendly.
'Cause cops are nice to us greasers. He could be different...
"Steve."
Jake looked at the first one that spoke. After the silence he worried
they wouldn't answer him, but than this guy had, Steve. He looked to
be about eighteen. His brown hair was pushed in every direction possible,
and a black eye was starting to form on his dirty face.
"Sodapop" Soda stated looking proudly at his best friend, who usually
put a cold wall between himself and everyone. He was shocked he
introduced himself first.
Jake looked at the handsome light brown haired boy who answered. There
was a scratch along his jaw line but other from the dirt and slight
bruising he looked fine.
"I'm Ponyboy" the youngest looking one answered looking at him. The
ones who's name was in the paper. His face was covered in a mess of blood,
cuts and bruises.
As Jake opened his mouth to ask if that's their real names the
muscular one interrupted him.
"I'm Darry, their older brother and yes that's their real names. Our
dad was an original guy."
"And I'm Two-Bit," said the one who's eyes were glazed over, like he
was day dreaming. "And no that's not my real name but it's what your
calling me."
Darry looked at Two-Bit, the usual joker and wise cracker of the
group. If Dally didn't make it, it'd effect everyone. Everyone had a
role in the group, but without Johnny and Dally they might just break.
He didn't think they'd be able to lose them both.
"What's your name?" Sodapop asked Jake, trying to keep the
conversation going.
"I'm Jake." he said with a small forced smile.
Everyone looked at each other awkardly as silence filled the room
again. Thankfully it didn't last long when the nurse walked in.
Sodapop stood up as fast as he could and rushed over to her.
"Now hold your horses and sit back down, no need to ambush me." the
nurse joked dryly with a hint of fear in her eye.
It was then that Sodapop realized the rest of the gang had followed
his lead and was standing expectedly around her, with slight worry in
each eye.
Slowly they all reluctantly sat down and looked at her nervously.
Why'd she want us to sit? Two-Bit thought nervously. That's what they
so in movies when they tell them someone that someone died right? For
the first time in his life he wished he watched more shows than his
beloved Mickey so he might know this. He tapped his foot on the
ground nervously.
"Well.." the nurse finally continued, "Your friend has suffered alot
of trauma. We didn't think he'd live."
Does this mean he's alive?
"So is he..." Darry led off, waiting for to fill in the blank
"He's alive, but we had to revive him twice. He's still in I.C.U. but
we got all the fragments from the bullets out." She shook her head
"Someone out there really cares for him...he should be dead...people
don't survive things like this." She paused and took a long shakey
breath "He's asleep right now, but you can visit him two at a time. He
probably won't wake up 'til at least tomorrow night, but if you want..."
"Alright guys let's go!" Sodapop all but shouted.
"So who wants too go first," Jake started but got cut of by Steve.
"Listen, man, if you are really cop, which I know for a fact you are,
you know us greasers don't care much fo rules. Yah dig?" he said then
jogged down the hall to catch up with the rest of the gang, ignoring
the protests of the nurse.
Jake looked apologeticly at her and promised they wouldn't cause any
trouble before going to catch up with the teens.
When he came to the door that they disappeared into he walked in
slowly and looked to the bed with slow eyes.
What he saw terrified him. Dally was lying in the bed, pale and
needles sticking out of his arm. His heart beat monitor beat every
few seconds, breaking the silence in the room. His brown hair was a
little messy, but clean, along with his face. A respitory mask was
attached to his face. He looked so young and frail, so unlike his
normal cocky self.
Once someone told Jake that people looked younger when they sleep, and
this proved it. And even though Dally looked the most peaceful Jake
has ever seen him, he still wasn't at completly at peace. His eyebrows were
slightly burrowed, as if waiting for something.
It scared him, as much as he hated to admit. Dallas was well known
through the department for being trouble, reckless and dangerous. A
cops first reaction when we see him is to put a hand on your holster,
ready just in case, and watch him like a eagle, waiting for him to
slip up. But seeing him lying there, so vurnable, it was like a wake
up call from God, saying his human, just like you...
Ponyboy looked at Dally laying there. He was shirtless, but bandages
covered most of his chest. Sheets were pulled up low on his hips.
His face was bruised and there was some stitches over his eye from
the rumble.
Pony looked at him being so frail and frigile and felt enraged. Why
would he want to leave! Why would he want to leave me! Why would he
try to kill himself! I miss Johnny too but you can't just leave! You
selfish son of a bitch!
As soon as he thought it he felt bad. Dally had been everything but
selfish. He put everyone before himself.
Ponyboy felt Soda put an arm around his shoulder an hold him tight.
It was than he relized he was crying. He leaned into Soda and let his
heart beat sooth him again.
Jake heard a sniffle and saw Ponyboy crying and Sodapop comforting
him. These guys really care for each other, he thought.
He looked back to Dally and saw a bead of sweat running down the side
of his face. He looked at it a moment worried when he noticed Dallys
heart beat picking up. Worry gripped him.
Everyone else must have felt the same way because they all caste
anxious looks to each other.
Just than a nurse walked in and put another needle in his arm and
attached it to a new bag.
She looked at us and smiled. "Don't worry, he's just having a bad
dream. I gave him some sleeping medication which should calm him down.
By the time he wakes up he'll be so doped up on drugs it'll take
another day just for him to sober." she laughed genuinly.
She looked down at Dally again. "Poor thing, he was in here earlier
today. Didn't even think he was supossed to be released yet."
She shook her head sadly. "Must be a horrible thing, can't even shut
your eyes peacefully. And which one of you is Johnny? He said your
name a few times along with some others?"
Pony looked down sadly. "Johnny died."
The nurse pressed her lips together in a thin line. "Oh."
Jake looked at Dallas one last time before leaving with the rest of
them. He's heart shuddered. Dally got nightmares, just like every
other kid.
When he's kids were younger they used to crawl into bed with him when
they had a nightmare. He wondered if Dally ever went to someone when
he was younger and scared. He didn't think so.
"Com'on kid, pull through." he whispered softly before exiting the room.
. . .
Ponyboy Curtis waited for everyone to leave the room before talking to
Dally. He saw Jake whisper something to him that Pony couldn't make
out than turn and leave. He sat in the chair next to his bed and
looked at him.
"Dally, Johnny gave me this letter. He wants me to show you the good
in the world, for you to see a sunset. Dal, please don't leave me. I
need you. I couldn't last without you and Johnny. Guess what the nurse
said. That you weren't suspossed to live, and that some one musta'
been with yah. I think it was Johnny Dals, and maybe even mom. She
loved you like a son Dally. She wouldn't want you dead, and neither
would Johnny, or me. Please pull through Dally, I need you. We all
need you."
With one last look at him Pony left the room.
. . .
Fixed up all the mistakes I could find, but if you see anymore please tell me.
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