A/N: I feel like such an ass right now, because this chapter was finished quite a while ago, but I didn't post it because I was too lazy to add the replies to all of your awesome reviews. Which is crazy, because I love the amount of reviews I'm getting, and I don't want the flow to stop. But I think we'll have to agree that I won't be replying to your reviews on the chapters on my next story. I'll just PM. Sorry for the wait guys!

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A/N 2: At first it's a little cliché in parts, but I tried my best. Enjoy!

I'm dying. I know it. The world is darkening, and my thoughts are splintering and breaking. I'm so tired now, and fighting is hard and saps my energy so I don't try. I could faintly hear noises and voices but they most of them weren't clear enough for me to understand.

"Hey little buddy, come on, you can breathe, get your heart beating for me."

I'd know that voice anywhere. It was Sodapop. After all Soda had done for me, I had to do something for him. I starting fighting the darkness and the exhaustion.

"Come on! I know you can! You aren't ready to leave yet!"

You're right Soda, I'm not. That's why I'm fighting.

I heard Soda crying, and it made me mad. Mad that my stupid body that wasn't strong enough to have fought this when it started. That it decided to shut down before anyone was ready. Mad that those stupid Socs stabbed me. Mad that I had caused Soda so much pain. The anger was fueling me. I was fighting harder now. I managed to get a beat out of my bum heart. Then another, then another. I'm doing it!

The heart monitor was beeping and Soda was aroused out of his stupor. My eyelids fluttered.

"Ponyboy?"

I opened my eyes.

"Ponyboy!"

"Soda? "I asked, my voice dry.

We had exactly two seconds alone before we were ambushed by the gang, nurses, and doctors. My bed was surrounded in a second, questions buzzing all around. Soda stepped back, revealing a gap. Something was wrong. He was swaying, holding his head. Steve's head turned to stare at him. Two-bit, who was next to him, turned his head too, in time to see Soda's eyes roll up into his head.

"Catch him!" He yelled.

Steve moved so quickly that I didn't see him get over to his side. He caught Soda as he fell, cradling his head so it didn't slam into the floor.

By then everyone had turned to stare.

We watched at Steve got pushed aside by the nurses, and a doctor kneeled by Soda's side, grabbing his wrist.

I didn't hear all of what the doctor said. I just lay there. Shocked.

When the doctors took Soda away, I was very distressed. What's wrong with him? Was it my fault? I managed to keep myself from panicking too much, but I think mostly that was because I was falling asleep. The nurses must have injected me with something. The last words I registered was Two-bits, talking to Steve. Though I might have been late picking up the conversation, I wasn't sure about anything anymore.

"Nice catch."

Then I was taken by the darkness.

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Pony's heart monitor was staring to beep faster. His heart rate was picking up. He was panicking. His breathing was raspy, and he was going white. The nurses had noticed too, and one of them came up to his bed with a syringe.

Two-bit and Steve stepped forward, blocking her.

"Hey lady, what are you doing with that needle, haven't you done enough already?" demanded Two-bit.

"Would you like a redo of your friend's death episode?" snapped the nurse.

Two-bit and Steve looked at each other then stepped back.

The nurse moved to Pony's side and placed the needle in Pony's IV. She pushed down the plunger, and almost immediately, Pony's eyes started to droop, and the monitor started beeping slower. His breathing evened out, and he fell asleep.

All we could do was watch the door where Soda had been wheeled out, and Pony, who had been knocked out.

Poor Darry. He must be worried sick.

From where I was standing beside Dally, I could tell that Darry was in a lot of emotional pain. He sat down heavily in one of the hospital chairs and groaned. Dally looked like he wanted to kick the wall again, Two-bit looked like he was going to puke, and Steve was pale and his eyes were closed. The shock must be setting in. I wondered why I was so calm. Pony is my best friend and he was on the brink of death. Soda is my good buddy and he kneeled over.

Why the hell am I so calm?!

I stormed out the door and outside to have a smoke. Maybe the smoke will clog up my brain and take away my thoughts for a while. I hope so. I just want this to be over.

A/N: The last POV change was the hardest to figure out but I dropped some hints at the end. Hope this chapter wasn't too bad!