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I don't know how long we had all been sleeping for, but I awoke to the sound of a nurse clearing her throat and Soda nudging me.

"Steve, we gotta wake up now," he said, flashing me a goofy grin. I went along with Soda, prodding everyone to wake them up. Except for Two-Bit, who I whacked in the back of the head. He deserved it.

The nurse then stepped forward. "Immediate family of Ponyboy Curtis can now see him." She said, eyeing us all. A smile played on her lips as she added: "You all must be immediate family, am I correct?"

"Yes, we all are, thank you so much" Darry said with a sigh of relief "How is he?"

"He should be good to go in a couple of days, however, the doctors think it's best that he stay here for at least tonight and tomorrow night. Just to keep an eye on him." By this time we had reached a door.

The nurse turned around and gave us a stern look "Ponyboy is likely sleeping now, so don't disturb him. He shouldn't have too much stress or excitement right now." She walked off.

We all stared at the door knob. Nobody wanted to open that door and see how bad the kid was. Not even me. Sure, he can sometimes be annoying, and he really does frustrate me when he tags along with Soda and I, but he's not a bad kid. In some ways he's kinda like a kid brother to me. Dally finally reached out and grasped the handle. He slowly turned the knob and allowed the door to creak open.

Pony was sleeping. You could hear a faint beeping in the background, the heart monitor he was hooked up to. On his right arm he had a white cast, on his left arm there were two I.V.s connected to him. One was giving his body blood and the other was giving him some sort of clear medication. He had an oxygen mask on, although I think that was just a precaution. There was a slight bruise forming on his jaw. From when Darry hit him, I was guessing. He didn't look as bad Johnny when he got jumped a couple months ago, but in a way he looked worse. It was hard to see him laying there, almost as pale as the hospital sheets that covered him. I stood there and watched as everyone gathered in the room, concern etched into their faces. I just stood there dumbfounded. I didn't know what to do. Soda's shoulders slumped and I moved out of the doorway and wrapped an arm around him.

"It'll be okay, buddy, the nurse said he'll be outta here in a couple of days," I said. I was trying to convince Sodapop that it would be all right. As I looked around the room though I noticed that by the looks that I was getting from everybody I sounded as if I was trying to convince myself, too. They were right.

I looked away from everyones gaze and noticed something that no one else had noticed. I guess because they had all been so caught up in the moment. Pony's eyelids had fluttered open and after a couple minutes he blinked before lifting his good arm (if you could call it that with all the needles in it) up to his face. He frowned in confusion before trying to take the mask off. Everyone else, I noted, still hadn't noticed he was awake. I took it upon myself to reach forward and stop his hand from pulling off the mask.

"Oh no, don't." I said in a stern voice and everyone turned to see who I was talking to.

"Ponyboy!" Darry yelped, his voice sounded far beyond relieved. Pony struggled but managed to sit up. I watched curisously, wondering what he was doing as his hand slowly reached upwards toward his face once again.


HARRAH!!!! :D I have finally finished my fourth chapter! Thanks again to all of the awesome reviewers I've had! Please review this chapter! I'll update again as soon as I can ;)

AND THIS IS ARTEMIS SAYING I AM AN AWESOME EDITOR. AND I DID A BETTER JOB ON THIS CHAPTER. Oh boy, Sam is so gonna delete this.