A/N: This is how Dally survived being shot in the leg. Yes, it just missed his main artery, but he lost a lot of blood before he made it to the hospital. Anyways, I'm so sorry about not updating for so long. I was getting ready for summer camp, and I just got back yesterday. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm sorry about any spelling or grammar mistakes, that I've made. Please ignore them if you find them!

Warning: I'm a Christian, so I believe in heaven, God and angels. I also have a few of my own believes. I believe that our loved ones sometimes come down to earth to watch over us, not for a very long amount of time, just a few minutes or so. I also believe that they (even if they aren't angels) will have angel wings to fly down to earth to see us. Those are just my beliefs.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders, but I do own the OCs. Please don't sue!

*A Mother's Touch*

In live and in death, Ellie Sarah Curtis loved her boys. She was like a mother to most of the boys in the gang, even Two Bit who had a mother that loved him but was at work trying to support him and his sister. After her death, it wasn't just the Curtis boys who mourned her; it was the whole gang who mourned. Ellie was the only woman who Dallas Winston would ever consider his mother; she took him as her own as soon as she met him.

Now, Mrs. Curtis sat in heaven with her husband, and Mrs. Randle (Steve's late mother). She watched as three of her boys fought for their lives in Vietnam. Dallas had just found out about his new son, and not even a few hours later, their platoon was attacked. Ellie held onto her husband as she watched her sweet Sodapop shot a gun. It just didn't look right in her option. Her sweet little Sodapop Patrick with a gun, it wasn't right!

"He'll be alright, El. He's a strong boy." Darryl assured her. Mr. Curtis had been in World War II, so when his son received his letter, he cried. But at moments like this, he would hold his beautiful wife and stay strong for her. She needed him.

"He's just a baby, Darryl. They're all just babies." She cried. That's when it happened. All three parents watched in horror as Sodapop was hit with a bullet, right in the anus. Mrs. Curtis let out a wail. No! Not her baby, not her sweet, beautiful Sodapop!

"My baby," She cried. Darryl went stiff at the sight. No, this couldn't be happening. Not to Sodapop, not to Sodapop who was so in love with life.

"Soda, no," Dallas yelled right before he was shot in the leg. Mrs. Curtis let out another wail as Dallas fell to the ground. No, this couldn't be happening, this just couldn't be happening.

They watched as Steve looked up from reloading his gun. His eyes went wide when he saw his buddies, lying on the ground, bleeding. Something seemed to have snapped inside of Steve, because he began to shot his gun repeatedly at the enemy. His Sargent actually had to make Steve stop before he hurt himself. Once he got ahold of himself, he ran over to Dallas, who was bleeding way too much. He took off his shirt and pressed it to the wound, praying to God that Dallas would make it.

"Please don't do this to Cherry, God. Please don't do this to the gang; we just can't handle this God. Please." Steve muttered under his breath before he yelled, "We need a medic, NOW!" Mrs. Randle cried at the sight of her son. The crazed look in his eyes when he was shooting at the enemy scared her. That wasn't her son, that wasn't her little Stevie.

It seemed like the medic took way too long to get over to Dallas, but once they got over to him, they pushed Steve out of the way and began to work on Dally. The loaded him up into the helicopter not long after that. After being pushed away from Dally, Steve went over to his buddy and tried to stop some of that bleeding. To his relief, it wasn't nearly as bad as Dally's wound. He turned Sodapop around, and he was surprised to see that his buddy's brown eyes opened a little.

"Steve, is that you, buddy?" Sodapop asked weakly, Steve bit back a sob.

"Yeah, buddy, it's me." Steve finally managed to say. Mrs. Curtis let out another sob when her son gave a grunt of pain.

"Remember how I have that-that enga-engagement ring for-for Anne? Remember to-to g-give that to her, i-if I die." Sodapop managed to gasp out. Steve let out a sob.

"Don't say that, man! Don't you dare fucking say that!" Steve said franticly. "You're going to make it through, buddy. You're going to make it through." Steve said in a quieter voice this time. Sodapop just gave him a small, pained smile. It was nothing like his normal, blinding smile.

"Tell my brothers that I love them, Steve." That was the last thing Soda said before he passed out from the pain and loose of blood.

It wasn't long until the medics loaded Soda into a helicopter and he arrived at the hospital. Once the doctors removed the bullet, they knew that Sodapop would make it, but there was still a small chance that Dallas wouldn't make it through surgery.

Mrs. Curtis begged and pleaded with God to save Dally. In the end, God agreed, but only if she would go down herself and help him. Of course, Mrs. Curtis agreed.

It took only a second for her to get to the military hospital that her boys were in. The first thing she did once she was there was find her son. Once she found him, she gave him a kiss on his forehead, much like she used to do when he was a child and she would sneak into his room, just to watch him and Darry sleep.

"Mama loves you, Sodapop. Mama loves you." She whispered, her tears falling. They didn't hit his face, instead they went right though him. Ellie watched her sleeping son for one more moment before she flew through the hospital to where they were operating on Dally.

"Doctor, we're losing him," One of the nurses said. Ellie took a deep breath, unneeded breath and flew over to her "son." She placed her hand on his leg and gave him the strength to make it though. The doctor and nurses gasped in surprise when they felt a faint pulse. They were sure that they had lost him.

"He's alive." A nurse said in an awed tone. "It's a miracle." Another whispered. Mrs. Curtis moved away from his leg and over to his face. She kissed his cheek, just as she had Sodapop.

"I love you very much, Dallas. Please take care of yourself and your new family. That girl loves you very much, and your son is a very beautiful and amazing baby. I love you, my son." With that, she disappeared, on her way back to heaven.

Years later, Dallas would have dreams about a beautiful angel who looked and sounded a lot like Mrs. Curtis. In every dream she said the same thing, "I love you very much, Dallas. Please take care of yourself and your new family. That girl loves you very much, and your son is a very beautiful and amazing baby. I love you, my son."

Sodapop would also have dreams, dreams about his mother, his mother with beautiful angel wings and a halo. She too, always said the same thing. "Mama loves you, Sodapop. Mama loves you."

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