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Pony's POV

Angel and I were sitting in a jail cell, and what was worse, we were being stared at by some really tough and scary looking guys that sat in the other cells. Angel learned real fast not to stand next to the bars, cause the inmates would pinch her butt. She stayed next to me, looking around like she was gonna jump outta her skin at any moment.

Me? I had no idea how I felt about this. Having no idea about my life was really starting to bum me out. I didn't know if I had ever been in jail or anything. For all I know, I could be a hard core criminal with a record the size of Tulsa. Tulsa? Where'd that come from? I shrugged it off. Probably just a random thought. Or maybe the fact that Claremore, which was right next to Tulsa. Yeah, that was probably it.

"Ponyboy, you alright?" Angel asked.

I nodded, not realizing that I was pacing back and forth. I sat down on the cot, my left leg twitching nervously. Angel sat down next to me and leaned her head against my shoulder.

"I hope Tab finds our we're in here, cause I don't know how much longer I can take this," Angel mumbled.

I brushed a strand of her hair back and kissed her forehead. I knew how she felt. People were yelling and the smell was bad enough to put down a rabid wolf.

Angel got up and started pacing back and forth. She made the mistake of getting too close to the other cell. One of the thugs lashed out and grabbed hold of her wrist. Angel shrieked in surprise and I was on my feet in an instant.

"Hey pretty girl, why don't you come in my cell?" the goon taunted.

"Let her go!" I shouted.

"Oh that's pretty brave coming from a little guy like you."

Yeah, it was either brave or stupid, cause this guy was like six foot three inches with a scraggly beard and a nasty snarl. If looks could kill, I'd be twelve feet under. Then, with a yellow toothed grin, he twisted Angel's arm, getting rewarded with a pain-filled yelp. Rage boiled in my blood and I ran over, grabbing the guy's arm through the bars and giving it a hard yank so that he was yanked off balance and his face slammed into the iron.

He released Angel and was no targeting me. He reached his other hand through the bars and clawed at my face. I felt his nails rake across my cheek and I cried out. I heard keys jangling as a guard came towards us.

Suddenly my head exploded in pain and I clutched at my temples, screaming bloody murder. I sank to the ground and curled into a fetal position. Angel was at my side in an instant, trying to sooth me.

I felt like my brain was going to explode any second. Why wasn't I passing out? Why did this hurt so much?

"What's the matter with him?"

I heard the gruff voice, but it seemed to come from a great distance. I was still screaming and I heard shouts and random calls.

"He's in pain! Can't you see he needs a hospital?"

I knew that was Angel's voice. I felt her cradling my head in her lap and I felt her cool hands on my face. The pain spiked and I curled up tighter. The cell door opened and I sensed another person next to me.

"Boy, can you hear me?"

"MAKE IT STOP!" I wailed.

"Do something!"

"We don't have time to wait for an ambulance; we'll take him in the patrol car."

"Can I come too?"

"Sure."

I was lifted off of the cold ground and was carried out into the chilly night air. I heard a door open and then I was placed on a seat. I felt hands on my head. I had stopped screaming, only because my voice was long gone. I cracked open an eyelid to see Angel looking down at me with fear in her eyes.

I tried to tell her that I was alright, bit my voice had vanished completely. The sound of sirens entered my senses and the wailing noise added pain to my exploding head. The pain hit even harder and I whimpered, tucking my head to my chin.

Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop!

Before I knew it I was being lifted again and I was set on a solid surface. Fingers pried my lids open and bright light was flashed in my eyes. It hurt! I heard sharp voices.

"Pupils dilated, left pupil non-reactive, pulse 110 and thready, BP 100/80, respirations 30 and uneven."

Something was placed over my nose and mouth and I started to fall back into darkness.

"Scalpel."

That was all I heard before succumbing to the welcomed blackness.

Ooooo, what's the matter with Ponyboy? Guess you'll have to wait to find out. Please review guys, it means a lot!