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Ponyboy P.O.V
We all got out of the plane when we had our rifles, daggers, and extra bullets. I got out and began shooting with Mark and Chris while Mike, Dan, and Tom were fighting on the other side. Bullets were flying everywhere. It wasn't easy to dodge but I didn't get hit yet. Oh please do jinx it. I saw Chris fall to the ground and ran to him. I ripped a piece of cloth out of my bag and dabbed Chris's wounded arm. Then suddenly I felt two stabs of piercing pain in my back. My uniform started to get damp. I reached my hand to my back to see what was wet. I took my hand back and it was drenched in blood. Chris looked up to see why I stopped helping him and saw me staring at my bloody hand. "Oh My God Pony, are you alright?" he said worried. I suddenly felt I was floating in the clouds and closed my eyes. (A/N: I wanted to stop here it was so tempting but I felt that it was short so I'm going to keep going.)
3rd person P.O.V
Ponyboy was immediately rushed into the hospital as well as Chris. The U.S. military decided to call his brothers. They dialed the number in Ponyboy's emergency numbers. It rang 1 time until Two-bit answered. "Curtis residence Two-bit speaking how may I help you?" "Hello this is the U.S. army Sargent Walkings speaking can I talk to Mr. Darrel Curtis or Mr. Sodapop Cutis this is about their brother Ponyboy." "Oh hold on sir." He put the phone down and the whole gang looked up at him "Who was that and why did you say hold on sir?" Johnny asked. "It was Sargent Walkings from the U.S. army asking for Darry and Soda." The whole gang looked at him and ran to the phone. Darry got there first and put the call on speaker, "Hello Sargent Walkings this is Darrel Curtis speaking what is it you would like to tell me?" the whole gang is listening to this conversation if it concerns Ponyboy. "Hello Darrel I am very sorry but your brother Ponyboy Cutis has been shot twice in the back while helping a friend, and he might not make it." "NO no no no you're kidding me right h-he can't die n-not now." "I'm very sorry sir." "Let my friends and I talk to him please." "Ok hold on Darrel and friends." Then the phone shuffled and the gang heard a door open and beeping noises. They heard some people talking in the background. This is what they heard: "Soldier we have some people who want to talk to you." "Hold on Sarg. I'm doing something." "SOLDIER PONYBOY CURTIS ANSWER THE DANG PHONE! AND STOP EATING MY PUDDING CUPS!" "Yeah, yeah whatever." Then the phone shuffled again and a weak voice answered, "Hello?" "Pony, what happened?" asked Soda "I got my rifle, dagger and extra bullets and headed to the battle zone, i-I was fighting the enemies with Mark and Chris while the others were on the other side. W-we were doing fine. Bullets were flying everywhere, but we didn't get hit yet. I was shooting this one guy that was trying to steal an extra bullet. Until I heard Chris screams of pain and fell. I ran to him and started helping him, but I wasn't very careful. Someone shot ne twice in the back without warning. I'm so sorry." "Aw Pone are you alright? Are they going to send you home?" "They said no because it's getting pretty bad out there." The gang all yelled, "WHAT!"
A/N: hey guys. I would've written more but I didn't know what to do to ponyboy. Should I let him die or should he be alive? Your choice. Please R&R. if you have any ideas on this please don't hesitate to tell. Thanks!
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