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Hallelujah, I'm free. My violin teacher signed me to practice every single day for 100 days straight. And lessons didn't count, I had to go to lessons and practice too. I'm so happy I'm finished. :)
Two-Bit's POV
I was walking to Bucks, planning on getting drunk when a greaser struggling to his feet caught my eye. He looked familiar fit some reason. The unknown greaser had red hair and was wearing an old cut-off hoodie… It was Ponyboy!
I ran to his side and slowly helped him up. The minute he put pressure on his foot he crumpled. I hoisted him up again and he supported his weight on me and just his one foot. I got him to the nearest pay phone and called Darry. By then he was on the verge of passing out.
"Darry!" I shouted the minute he picked up.
"What? Who is this?" I heard Darry asked confusingly.
"It's Two-Bit. I found Ponyboy beat up. We're in the East Side 'bout half mile west of Bucks. My car is in the shop, can ya come and get us?" I asked quickly. I could imagine his grip tightening on the phone.
I heard him growl. "Sure, Two, I'll be there soon," Darry assured me.
"Thanks Darry," I said as I hung up the payphone.
I was struggling to keep Ponyboy awake. I had let him sit down, but I was second guessing that decision now. Luckily, Darry pulled up.
"You alright Pony?" He asked alarmed. Pony opened his mouth to answer him, but he was too tired and nothing came out. Darry scooped him up and put him inside the truck. I hopped in the bed and he drove to the hospital as fast as his old truck could.
I could really use a drink, I thought.
Ponyboy's POV
Two-Bit told me to stay awake, but I was so tired. I tried to comply, but the dark swirling lull of a pain-free unconscious state was too much.
I was half conscious when I heard Darry asked me something. What was it? I was going to ask him that, but I couldn't make my vocal cords cooperate with me.
I felt him scoop me up and put me somewhere. I laid down, realizing that the place was pretty comfortable.
Why couldn't I just fall asleep here?
Darry's POV
I was dying in the waiting room. Pony couldn't be dead could he? No, don't think like that, I thought. Each minute was an agonizing wait.
Finally, after three hours and fourty-six minutes a doctor came out and called my name. I stood up, shook hands and we exchanged our names before the doctor finally gave us news on Ponyboy.
"He was stabbed in the stomach, but it got nothing important and we were able to replace the blood loss. He broke his planter fascia," he looked at Soda's confused face,"…foot, sprained his wrist, bruised his ribs, and we had to stitch up his cheek. He's going to be okay. He is in room 728."
I sighed in relief and followed Soda, who was already running down the long white halls of the hospital trying to find his little brother's room. Two-Bit wasn't very far behind me, but he decided not to run out of pure laziness.