Fluffy. : A story needs dialogue. That's kind of the point. I thought that was a pretty ignorant thing to say. I don't mind criticism, but let's stick it to features I can control. I'm kind of hurt because the first review I wrote you was positive, and yours is a negative.

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A/N: I had to deal with some hating in a PM. Kind of killed my mood to write. Shout out to Chick1966 for the insults.

Also, I was approached by a child perv and he asked questions and stuff. The police had to come after and question me. There seems to be a guy following me.

On a happy note, I'm writing a book!

And that's where Darry and Johnny found us. In the hallway, frozen with shock. I wasn't sure how long we had been in the same position, I did know it had been a while. Johnny shook me.

"Steve? Are you ok?"

I unfroze but didn't answer.

Meanwhile, Darry was shaking Soda so hard his teeth were chattering.

"Soda? Soda!"

Soda snapped out of his daze and started talking a mile a minute.

"WhenIcamebackStevewasinthehallwayandhewouldn'tanswermeandadoctorcameandhesaidPonyisdyingwhatdowedo?!"

He was sobbing.

Darry hugged him, tightly, as if to squeeze the sadness out of him. But Darry was crying too. Apparently, he had understood what Soda had said, and he was worried as hell.

I was too.

…

"WhenIcamebackStevewasinthehallwayandhewouldn'tanswermeandadoctorcameandhesaidPonyisdyingwhatdowedo?!"

Soda was sobbing. I was shocked. How did he go downhill so fast?!

I grabbed Soda around the waist and hugged him. I was crying too. I didn't know I knew how to cry.

What if I never saw him again? What if he never knew how much I loved him? He's always been closer to Soda then to me, and he probably didn't realize how special he was to me.

When we let go of each other I sat down heavily, rubbing the sides of my head. Soda stormed out, and Steve followed suit. Johnny and I watched them leave.

"I'm going to the lot," he whispered, and I could see the tears brimming his eyes, and him fighting them. Hell, he was stronger than me! At least he didn't cry.

I thought of comforting him, but I knew he need to be alone right now, so I nodded and he left. That left me in the hallway, alone, scared out of my mind, and waiting for some answers.

….

I sat in the lot, feeling nothing. I was numb. He's dying. Pony's dying. Felling something wet on my face, I raised my hand and felt tears. I was crying. I lit up a cigarette, trying to calm my nerves. Then I got up slowly and headed back to the hospital, as there was no use staying there. I sure hope Dally comes back soon.

…

"Soda!" Steve was yelling at me.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know man!" I yelled back.

I went over to the curb and kicked it like it like it was the Soc that did this.

I had an urge to find that Soc but two things stopped me. #1: Dally was surly already beating the shit out of him, and #2: Pony wouldn't want me too.

Steve came up behind me.

"Are you Ok?"

"Do you think I'm ok? My little brother is dying!" I snapped.

He filched. I felt guilty.

"Hey man, why don't we find Dally and Two-bit?" I asked him.

"Sure," he said, and we set off.

…

We went into Bucks to get Two-bit, and sure enough he was there.

"Hey guys, what's swingin'?" he slurred. He was drunk.

"Pony's dying," Steve informed him, cutting to the chase.

That sobered him up quick.

"What?!" he yelled, panicked and wide-eyed.

He jumped up and was about to run to the hospital when I grabbed onto his arm.

"Two-bit! We need to get Dallas and we're going to need backup."

He saw the sense in that and followed us out the door.

…

We found Dallas in the abandoned street. He was beating the crap out of a Soc. He looked mad enough to kill him.

It took all three of us to pull him of the Soc, who was already beaten and bloody.

"Come on man, we need to go, Pony's dying."

His eyes widened and he started running toward the hospital, with us following closely behind.

…

I knew I had to fight it. There was a black hole that kept sucking me into it, then spitting me out. There were doctors and nurses all around, yelling stuff. Mostly I couldn't hear it though, because I was too busy fighting for my life.

They were yelling stuff about me flat-lining, which I already knew that because there were long gaps where I couldn't feel anything, or see anything. My eyes weren't open, but there were bright lights flashing through my lids. I was already weak, and the more I fought, the heavier I became, and in the end I gave up, and let the world have its way with me.

A/N: I thought of "Sad" by Marron5 while writing this, I think it fits the mood of this chapter.

Also, I want to apologize about my first story. Reading it again, realized I hated it. The only reason I am not deleting it is because it was my first story and it took a long time to write.