I didn't really dream that night, I couldn't faintly hear what sounded like Soda's and Dally's voice by my side, but I couldn't see anything. They must've injected me with some kind of drug, 'cause I didn't wake up for about two days. I was hooked up to some machine that was helping me breath, and was giving my body the nutrients I need. I had a 'negative reaction' to what they injected me with, and with my body the way it was, things weren't looking so good for me. It was boring, sitting in a hospital bed in pain and not being allowed to do anything. I was bored out of my mind. I know Soda, Steve, and Darry had to work, Amber, Kim, Ponyboy, and Two-Bit had school, Johnny and Dally didn't seem to like hospitals too much, especially not with all the cops swarming around. I was being questioned, I had to give them an accurate description of my mother, tell them about her in the past, and tell them of any locations that she could've ran off to. I suggested my house first, where they then told me I would have to find another place to stay for a while.
Apparently, it was still a crime scene after all. I guess they were still investigating. They finally got done about an hour later, they told me they would inform me if anything happened, but I doubted anything would happen very soon. One thing I knew about my mom was that she had some patience when hurting someone was involved. I was finally alone again, but I didn't feel like sleeping at all. I was asleep for two whole days! My legs felt number than usual, so I tried to stand up and walk around a bit. I paced around the room, humming to myself. If any walked in on me walking in circles they might think I'm slightly crazy, but honestly this place was driving me crazy. I couldn't stand it anymore. I was getting restless. I looked at an alarm clock that was in my room, nearly twitching as I looked at it. It was only one in the afternoon. I let out a frustrated growl, falling back onto the bed with a 'thump'. Yeah, that wasn't a very smart idea.
"Son of batch of cookies!" I grabbed my back, wincing and rolling over. Sadly, rolling over required flattening out my broken hand, which hurt like a bitch, too. "FUCK!" I was already in the damned hospital for getting beat up, I didn't need any more injuries. Ugh. Today wasn't a good day to be a clumsy person. "I need some beer. TWO-BIT WHERE ARE YOU?" I think that drug killed some brain cells, too, because I haven't really been able to think straight and I've been acting pretty annoying. I was turning into Two-Bit.
"Ya called, cupcake?" The door to my room flung open, showing a smug Two-Bit with Dally and Amber standing behind him. I was just about overjoyed to see them. I ran to Two-Bit, hugging him tightly. Boy it felt like I hadn't seen the kid in ages. He laughed, hugging, though for once, he was careful, and spun me around in the air. Well, maybe he wasn't that careful.
"Hey, we don't need her gettin' hurt anymore, got it? Put 'er down. And you should be in that bed." Dally snapped. That surprised all three of us, and slowly Two-Bit lowered me to the ground. "I need to talk to her alone." Amber glanced at Dally from the corner of her eye before turning to me and pushing me towards the bed.
"I don't know what he wants...Tell me what he says, 'kay?" Amber murmured. I nodded wordlessly. "C'mon you monkey, let 'em talk. We'll have time to bother her later." Amber walked out of the room, Two-Bit following her. Dally closed the door, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head. I sat up, watching him pace back and forth.
"You...you don't forgive her, do you?" Dally asked, his eyes narrowing dangerously. I watched him, thinking to myself for a second. Did I really forgive her. I...did. I forgave her completely. Maybe she was just drunk, maybe she thought I was someone else with the same name. I didn't know why, I was still afraid of her, but I didn't hate her. I was confused about what I felt towards her, it was more caution and fear then hatred. I could see Dally knew my answer by the way he growled angrily and smashed his hand against the wall. This made me jump slightly.
"Why? Why would you forgive someone like that? Someone who almost killed you? You an' Johnny are the same-" He punched the wall again. I just watched him quietly. Gallant...that's how I saw him as. He was the nicest person, hell I don't think he's even nice, but he's strong and smooth, kind of determined. Like a mean knight in shining armor. It was an easy trait to admire, his personality, however, wasn't. Maybe, personality-wise, I reminded him a bit of Johnny. I was quiet like 'im, I was shy in public when I wasn't around my friends, but otherwise I've never really seen a comparison between us. "Don't take this lightly. You've gotta learn how to fight, now. No matter what they say, they can't always be around you. She will get you alone eventually. You have to learn how to fight." I'd never thought I'd be hearing THAT from anyone. I mean, I had to learn how to fight? Where? Who would even teach me? Two-Bit was against it, he didn't want me to learn how to fight. It was about me being so innocent, or something. He knew full well I'm not innocent, but he said they had two different meanings when I was around. I didn't know what he really meant by that. I was simply middle class, I wasn't rich and having the good life, or poor and on the very bottom of the food chain. I've never struggled for people to pay attention to me, I've never had bad grades, or no food and water. I've never slept outside in the cold. I've never been anywhere besides my home and here. I've never seen anything, done anything. I didn't fight, I never had a reason to.
I didn't know how to fight. Once, this girl Pearla started a fight with me. I knew how to dodge, punch, and kick, and I thought that was all I needed. It wasn't. I mean, girls fighting could be damn vicious, but she bit and scratched like a cat on the prowl. She gave me a few scratches here and there, plenty of bruises on my arms and legs, and one helluva a headache. Amber got her back for me though. It was when I was the new girl in school, everyone was getting to know me, to see if they were my friends or not. Most of the girls weren't. I was more friends with the younger kids than the older ones. I found them less dramatic. But when I got beat up, Amber didn't seem to like her too much, so she beat Pearla up. We became friends after that, 'cause there was one thing I knew we had in common. We both hated that little greasy-
"Dally, maybe you should talk to Amber." I murmured. He just shook his head and started towards the door.
"I'll teach you how to fight." He stated. "Watch yourself until you know how to fight." Dally was sure a scary person when you came face-to-face with him. I guess his innocence had been taken away a long time ago. I thought to myself about how wrong that sounded before opening the door again and stepping into the hallway. Amber and Dally were still outside the door, talking quietly between each other while Two-Bit leaned against the wall boredly. It was a rare day when you saw ol' Two-Bit lookin' bored. Amber looked up at me for a second, but went right on back to Dally. Two-Bit had this look on his face that kinda said 'Finally'. I was once again pushed back into the room.
"So, what's been goin' on?" I asked curiously, sitting on my bed and swinging my legs. They were the only parts of my body that didn't hurt anymore.
"Well, besides the fact everyone's been crazy worried about you, everything's been pretty fine." Two-Bit replied. "They plan on lettin' you out later today. I couldn't believe it. You're still all bruised up and they're lettin' ya go."
"Well, they can't keep me much longer. I'm still wondering about where I'm supposed to live." I sighed. It had been on my mind all day. Where was I supposed to stay? Some hotel
"Why don't you live in the Curtis house? Or, more likely, Soda's bedroom." I turned red. Stupid perverted jerk. I huffed and turned way from him. He was still laughing at his own stupid little joke. I swear, sometimes I could just shoot him, but best friends are like that, right? Ah, I loved him like a brother, but seriously, he could get annoying. I didn't need to think about being in Sodapop's bedroom, on the bed, with him, alone...
"Don't forget naked!" Two-Bit laughed. My eyes widened.
"Screw you, Two-Bit!" I snapped.
"When?" That sarcastic, smartass bastard! I would've strangled him then and there if two people hadn't walked into the room. Steve and Soda stood in the doorway with bemused looks on their faces.
"Not doin' anything behind Soda's back, are ya Kaylyn?" I glared daggers at Steve, biting my lip as I bit back the impulse to say some not very pleasant words to him. Okay, I got it. Everyone knew about my crush on Soda. Did they all have to tease me unmercifully about it? Soda had to have gotten the clue by now. He wasn't dumb. Maybe he chose to ignore his annoying friends. Or maybe he felt that same way I did. I smiled brightly instead of reacting violently to Steve's comment.
"Hey, you guys! I was so bored without you here." I cheered to myself as Soda smiled at me.
"She is only talkin' to you Soda, ya know. Me an' Two-Bit ain't nothin' to 'er." Steve murmured, patting Soda's shoulder. Sodapop just laughed, showing off his beautiful smile.
"Shut up, both of you. When am I supposed to get out, anyways?" I grumbled, crossing my arms, annoyed. "You're all so annoying..."
"Well, they wanted us to come here and help you get out and move your clothes to the Curtis' house." I blunk twice, my heart skipping a beat as I looked up at them curiously.
"W-what?" I stuttered nervously, falling onto my bed. "L-living with the Curtis'?"
"Yeah. Don't worry, Darry doesn't mind!" Soda laughed cheerfully. "You needed somewhere to stay, don't you?" Two-Bit went into another fit of laughter, while I just kind of sat there, still in shock I guess. I was so very shocked and happy right now. I'm happy I'll get to stay, but wouldn't that put more strain on Darry? The poor guy has to take care of his two younger brothers and an injured girl, it's kind of increasing all the work he had to do.
"She won't be stayin' in the bedroom, will she? 'Cause from what I here from Amber, she's still a virgin!" I let out a scream of frustraion, launching at Two-Bit with killing intent. Why the hell would he bring up how unexperienced I was? THE BASTARD WAS GOING TO DIE. Two-Bit laughed and ran around the room, managing to avoid even though it was obvious he was drunk. How could he say that in front of them? They didn't have to know that? And AMBER. That big mouthed bigot. She was a virgin, too, so what was she telling Two-Bit for. Ugh. An arm wrapped around my waist, stopping me from chasing after Two-Bit. Soda had a firm grip of my waist, and I wasn't exactly in shape, so I couldn't push away from him. Now that you mention, he's as skinny as a stick, how is he so strong?
"Don't worry 'bout it, I'm sure Two-Bit's still a virgin, too." Not with Kathy as a girlfriend, I thought bitterly, still glaring at my laughing friend. No. He was no friend when Sodapop was around. He was enemy number one. And when I felt safe and cozy standing beside Sodapop, he would crack a joke about our age difference, or me being a virgin, and I would give chase. And fail miserably after that. But, hey, being stuck in Soda's arms isn't that bad. Two-Bit was still the enemy, and boy was I going to get him back. I should burn his Mickey Mouse shirt...Nah, that's be way too mean. I had to think of a way to get him back.
"Shh, look at the lovers..." Steve pushed a finger to his lips to signal us to be quiet, and we all quietly walked towards the door. Two-Bit made sure to keep his distance from me as we peeked into the hallway. A nurse was in the other room, gaping openly. We had to turn to the side to see what she was looking at. Amber was pressed against the wall by Dally, and it kinda looked like she was half-naked. They were, in literal terms, eating each others faces off. My God. I ducked back into the room to stop from being mentally scarred. DO NOT WANT. I didn't ever need to see that. Ever, In my entire life.
"Kaylyn wishes that were her and Sodapop." Twitch. Two...Bit...you will not live long. Trust me. I will end your life. I let out a frustrated scream, this one ear piercingly loud, which successfully broke Amber and Dally apart.
"I'm going to kill you!" Two-Bit was smart. He ran like the wind out the room, but I didn't break my legs, so I was after him in a second. "I'm checking out." I gasped out as I ran past the front desk, leaving a very confused nurse. I was too quick for her to respond though, and I was out the hospital after Two-Bit in a quick second. Well, it was one way to check out of the hospital, right? And I totally didn't look crazy running around in a white dress chasing a laughing greaser with a Mickey Mouse shirt on. Not at all.