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A/N: Thank you again to the reviewers, followers, favoriters, and readers. I thought the fluff may have been too much, but obviously you guys don't thinks so! I'm glad I went with my instinct and posted it! Please keep up the reviews! I love them!
I ran down the street to the nearest payphone, trying not to cry. Greaser don't cry, I kept reminding myself, but it wasn't helping. That was my knife! Why did Pony do that for me? We aren't even friends! So many things were buzzing around in my mind, that when I was crossing the road I nearly got run over by a truck. I swore profusely, then grabbed the nearest payphone and dialed Darry's number. "D-Darry? It's Steve." "Hey Steve, you want me to go get Soda?" "Darry, Pony's in the hospital. The s-stupid k-kid took a b-blade for me." "WHAT?! Steve? Go get Two-bit. Soda and I will meet you at the hospital." I hung up. Then I ran as fast as my wobbly legs would carry me.
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When I got to Two-bit's house I banged on the door so hard I almost busted down the door. Two-bit came out looking annoyed. "What is so important that you have to interrupt me during Mickey Mouse?" "Ponyboy's in the hospital you idiot!" I hissed. His eyes widened, then he grabbed his keys and ran towards his car. I quickly followed.
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I grabbed Soda's arm as I ran out the door. "What's happening Darry?" he inquired. "Pony's in the hospital!" I snapped, pulling him into the car and getting into the front. His eyes widened in panic, and he went quiet, tapping his fingers on his leg. I drove like a madman to the hospital, but I managed not to kill us. Me and Soda ran through the hospital doors, and hurried to the front desk. Hello, I'm looking for Ponyboy Curtis?" The woman, a middle-aged lady with a tight bun, looked up from her typing. "Ponyboy? Is that the kid with the reddish-brownish hair?" "Yes." I said, eagerly. "I'll need you to fill out these forms," she said passing me a huge pile of papers. I groaned, and started filling out the mountain of papers.
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Me and Johnny were bumming around in the lot when Two-bit came out of nowhere. He told us the kid was in the hospital. Johnny panicked, and to be truthful, so did I. We jumped into his truck, and he floored it, and we made it to the hospital after breaking many speeding laws.
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The first thing I was aware of was a floating feeling. Then, way too soon, the floating feeling faded and was replaced with pain. A lot of pain. I opened my blurry eyes. Bright light filled them, and I shut them quickly. I waited for a minute, then opened my eyes again. As my eyes adjusted, I glanced around the room. An IV hung from an IV stand, and two bags of fluids hung from it. One was dark red, and one was clear. It didn't take a genius to guess what they were. The room I was in was a white, bright, room, with an annoying beeping sound coming from the corner where the heart monitor was. An equally annoying thing protruded from under my nose, drying it out. I had bandages covering my stomach, but I couldn't remember why. I stretched, but immediately regretted it. My vison swam, my head throbbed, and the pain in my stomach was unbearable. Then I lost conciseness.
A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long! School, life, and laziness are slowing me down! It would have been longer, but I thought you guys deserved a chapter sooner, rather than later.