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Dally stayed until the nurse ushered him out as visitor time was over.
He proceeded to curse her out before eventually leaving and joining the rest of the guys.
“What do we do now?” Soda asked, as he fiddled with the sleeves of his jacket.
“We wait for him. He’ll wake up, he has to.” Darry answered.
Right. That’s all they could do now, wait and hope.
“I swear the minute I get my hands on those good for nothing Socs-“ Dally started before getting interrupted by Darry.
“Calm down, we still have no idea who it was that did this-“
“I do.” Johnny said, quietly.
Time seemed to freeze on his words.
“Y-You do?” Soda said with hope and despair.
“Yeah. It was the same guy who gave me this scar and the one I stabbed a few months back. Bob Sheldon.”
Dally squeezed his fist so hard he drew blood with his nails. To everyone’s surprise, Darry spoke in a low tone, a tone commonly used by a very pissed of parent.
“That son of a bitch. I’ll murder him. Who’s the hell does he think he is to hurt my baby brother and mess up Johnny?”
Johnny felt warm seeing how much he and Pony were cared for.
“Maybe this time I’ll stab him. Johnny only nicked his shoulder, I’ll gut him like a pig.” Dally said whilst cracking his knuckles.
“Don’t do that, you’re in enough trouble with the fuzz Dallas.” Soda said.
“Don’t matter, Bob made his move, now its out turn”
“No, Soda’s right, besides we can’t have you getting the chair while Pony’s still out.” Steve said.
Time passed slowly as the boys waited in the hospital, none of them wanting to go home even after being advised to by the hospital staff. They all eventually fell asleep in the chairs. Everything felt hopeless until…
“Darrel Curtis?” A middle aged man said, holding a clipboard with a weary smile as he lightly shook Darry’s shoulder.
Darry awoke, scrambling to get up. “Y-yes that’s me, what is it?”
“It’s about your brother, Ponyboy”
“I-is he alright?” Darry said as panic seeped in.
“He’s awake.”