"I'll be there right away. What's the address?" I asked, tears forming in my eyes. Sodapop gave it to me, and I made sure to memorize it. I said thank you, then ran upstairs. I put on my flat dress shoes, and my cardigan, then ran back downstairs to the front door.

"Now where do you think you're going?" My mom asked me. I took my car keys off of the hook.

"Two-Bit got hurt badly, and I need to go see him," Then I ran out the door, started my car, then drove off. I knew I was going over the speed limit, just slightly, but I needed to get there as soon as I could. Plus, they didn't live too far away from me.

I knew who did it. It was obviously Randy and his friends. They don't have an ounce of humanity and want everything their way. Especially since Two-Bit was a greaser, Randy couldn't help but jump him. It's pretty much what happened with Bob, but they got lucky if Two-Bit didn't have a switchblade. If Johnny stabbed someone, any greaser would, no hesitation.

I pulled into the driveway and ran to the door. I knocked frantically and luckily, Ponyboy opened the door. Pony led me inside and showed me the couch where Two-Bit was sitting. His head was laid back and every time someone touched his shoulder or face to put something on it, he made a sound. He apparently bled intensely for a while, telling by all the bloody towels and paper towels lying on the floor by the couch he was sitting on.

"Marcia…" He groaned. He tried to express how excited he was to see me, but he barely could. He asked me to sit by him, and I did. I wrapped my arms around him, but tried to be as kind as I could. I didn't want to hurt him more.

I looked at his injuries more intensely. His left cheek had been bruised badly, and was probably going to look like that for a while. His nose was bleeding, and was possibly broken. His lip had been cut badly and someone had put a band-aid on it. There was a small slit on his throat and small slits all over his left arm. Steve had been sitting on the arm of the couch and wrapping his entire arm in a bandage. His Mickey shirt was drenched in blood and ripped in places. His jeans were similar. Ponyboy had taken his leather jacket and was trying to clean all the blood off of it, but it was also really ripped, and I know Two-Bit would hate that.

"I didn't have my switch, I think that's the worst thing about this," Two-Bit said after Steve finished adjusting his bandage on his arm. I just felt awful. It was all my fault. The reason he could've been killed was because of me. I couldn't take it anymore. I cried and told him.

"Oh Two-Bit! It's all my fault!" I sobbed. "If only people didn't find out, then you wouldn't be in this mess! I don't know how much longer we can keep this relationship up, Two-Bit…" I leaned my head into the crook of his neck and let a few tears fall down my face.

"Marcia?" He asked me, knowing I couldn't finish what I wanted to say.

"Yeah?" I responded, trying to stop the tears falling like waterfalls. Everyone in the room was silent. Steve was sitting on the floor by the TV with his friend in the flannel shirt. Ponyboy was sitting on the couch rolling up an extra thing of bandages, while there was a man, who looked older than everyone else, was sitting in an armchair reading the newspaper. That must've been Soda and Pony's older brother Darry, since he looked the oldest. The boy in the flannel (who must've been Soda) and Pony had looked up at us with worried looks to make sure everything was alright. Darry and Steve sat looking away, trying not to have anything to do with it. Plus, we were kind of having a personal conversation in front of a bunch of boys.

He sighed and looked at me. I lifted my head to look at him."I want to be with you. I want you to know that I would get jumped, stabbed, beaten. All just to be with you."

"Oh Two-Bit…" I exclaimed, and cried more into his neck.

"And…" He added, "Call me Keith."

"Keith?"

"It's my real name," He grinned. We had embraced each other for some time. Soda had made a little 'awh' sound, and looked like he was crying. Steve kept telling him to shut up.

I just stayed there with Two-Bit. It felt like it was just us. I wish it could've been just us.

Darry got out of the armchair and walked over to us.

"We better check how bad your chest is. Did you get stabbed?" Darry directed.

"Yeah a couple times," Two-Bit said casually, letting me go and getting up. He almost fell, so I helped him up. So did Darry.

"You got stabbed and didn't say anything!?" Steve yelled. "What the hell!?"

"I mean, it doesn't hurt…" Two-Bit said, his right arm slung over my shoulder as we headed into the kitchen. We set Two-Bit down on one of the chairs by the kitchen table.

"I'll grab some more gauze," Darry said, then walked to the bathroom.

"Okay, take your shirt off, Two," Soda instructed.

"I'm not takin' anything off for you. I like you, but not like that," Two-Bit sassed. Soda looked confused, then his eyebrows raised, then he furrowed them.

"That's not what I meant!" Soda yelled.

"Quit bein' so damn loud!" Darry called from the bathroom. Me and Two-Bit, or I mean, Keith, looked at each other and laughed. It's fascinating how after almost possibly being killed, Two-Bit still sits there, laughing and cracking jokes.

Two-Bit took his shirt off, and threw it on the floor. He said, "yuck," seeing how it made a squish sound when it hit the floor because of how drenched in blood it was. I couldn't hold back the disgust in my face.

His chest had cuts, long and deep, but not life-on-the-line sort of cuts, all over it. His back was all bruised and cut up, too. Randy sure didn't go easy on the weapons. He really must've wanted Two-Bit dead.

Two-Bit definitely looked like he worked out. He didn't look at all that he drank twenty-four seven.

Speaking of drinking, he asked for someone to get him a beer. When no one bothered to, he looked at me and smiled sweetly.

"Marcia, dear-" He began.

"Of course," I interrupted. I smiled back and looked for the fridge. After I located it, I opened the door and grabbed one. I walked back and handed it to him. Darry came back with more medical stuff. Two-Bit opened the beer as Darry opened the medical box and began sifting through it. He pulled a little bottle out and opened it.

"Okay, Two-Bit, this is gonna burn," Darry warned as he began to put rubbing alcohol onto a guause. Two-Bit looked confused but didn't care. Well, he didn't care until Darry set the rubbing alcohol soaked paper towel against his wounds.

Two-Bit cursed louder than I had ever heard anyone curse.

"You bitch!" Two-Bit yelled at Darry. He screamed other profanities for a bit at him, but Darry didn't even seem to flinch at any of it. He kept a straight and concentrated face on cleaning Two-Bit's wounds, even when he kept squirming around.

Darry finished helping Two-Bit after twenty minutes. Darry looked exhausted and grabbed a beer from the fridge and opened it, giving it to Two-Bit.

"I'm going to bed, don't bother me," Darry instructed us, dragging himself upstairs. Some of the boys said good night to him then went on with what they were doing.

I looked at the clock. "Oh, Keith! I'm so sorry. It's getting late and I'd better get home. I did run out of the house with no explanation…"

"That's fine. I'll see ya tomorrow?" Two-Bit asked, getting up with me.

"Of course," I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled and gave me a hug. "Let me know if you need anything, Keith."

I walked outside, waving goodbye to everyone, then hopped into my car and drove home. My parents questioned me for what felt like hours. I just explained that a friend got hurt, but was alright. I was told that they would let this slide. It didn't bother me. At least Two-Bit, or Keith, was fine.