I stared up at the ceiling of the hospital, letting out a long sigh. I had to get out of this place soon. I needed to get to the rumble. I heard footsteps coming to the door. “I don’t need to be checked on.” I growled without looking over. The footsteps went away. I reached under the pillow, making sure Two-Bit’s switchblade was still hidden there. My hand wrapped around it, a smirk growing on my face. I was determined to get out of this place, and I always got what I wanted. “Okay, Dallas. We’re going to- What happened to your gown?” The nurse came in. “I threw it away.” I looked at her. “Again?” I shrugged, rolling over. I really hated being here. Sometimes they’d let me go see Johnny, but not much since I didn’t behave well. That darn kid. If he hadn’t ran into that …show more content…
He was as white as a ghost. I could tell he didn’t have much time left. Please. Not Johnny. Not yet. I licked my lips, continuing to talk. “They’re still writing editorials about you in the paper. For being a hero and all.” My mouth was runnin’. I had to talk fast, he could die any second. “Yeah, they’re calling you a hero now and heroizin’ all the greasers. We’re all proud of you, buddy.” I was still mad that Johnny saved those stupid kids and had this happen, but he really was brave, and I was truly proud of the kid. “Ponyboy.” He hardly got out. Pony got closer, leaning in to hear him better. “Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold…” The bed sank after that. I couldn’t see him breathing anymore. He was gone. No, no. He couldn’t be gone. Not this soon. He can’t be dead. Not Johnny. It felt like everything was frozen. Johnny can’t be gone yet. The kid’s only sixteen. He hasn’t lived a full life. I reached over, pushing Johnny’s hair back. “Never could keep that hair back… that’s what you get for tryin’ to help people, you little punk, that’s what you get.” I got up quickly, whipping around and slamming into the wall as the sweat rolled down my