Don't Leave Me| A Dallas Winston Fanfic|✓

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟹𝟶

By the time I began to come to my senses, we were pulling into the hospital. It felt as if I couldn't breathe; my chest tight and full of pain, though the pain was nothing compared to that of which was in my leg. My leg felt like it was on fire, and it was extremely hard to breathe. Every breath of air coming out was more as a cough then what would normally be a silent breath.

I was slightly panicking as I looked around, trying to find Johnny, Pony, or Dally. Dallas, with his gorgeous eyes and his hair that literally complements his face shape so well. His muscles that show through his jacket ever so slightly- wait a minute what am I thinking. No, Carly stop. You don't like him like that.

But of course, there was a little voice in the back of my head that is telling me I'm wrong, and this time, I'm more lenient to believe it.

"W-wheres ev-eryone else?" I ask, having to take gasps of air between each word.

"Miss calm down, your friends are all okay. You're all in different ambulances. We've just arrived here at the hospital in Tulsa. We've called the people under one of the other young men, Ponyboy's I believe."

"Oh, alright" I say, laying my head on the stretcher before allowing the darkness to take over once more.

I had been awake once more for around fifteen minutes, ten of which were spent with the doctors, trying to explain to me what my injuries were. The other five were me laying in bed, thinking about the other three boys. The doctor hadn't answered my question when I asked how they were doing, only brushing it aside and talking about how if  I had been left in the church for a few seconds longer, I would be in much worse of a position, probably losing my right leg, which was the one that was trapped under the beam that had collapsed and landed directly on it, quite effficientley crushing it from my kneecap down. The doctor said it would be a long and painful recovery, but in the end my leg would be eighty-five percent healed, which he claimed was 'better than nothing' and that I'll be able to walk almost normally again in a year and a half and run normally in two years!

I don't see how that's a good thing, but oh well. It could take longer to heal, and it could be worse. He had also said that I should be extremely thankful to whoever had pulled me out, because had they not have done that, I would not be sitting up in my bed about to be put in a wheelchair.

But now, here I am sitting in the wheelchair that I had to be placed in, (my legs wouldn't be able to take the weight of my body) before being told how to work it, seeing as they had been told by someone that I had never used a wheelchair before.

Nodding along to what the nurse was telling me, I began to space out, and for some reason, my mind goes straight to Dally. Was he okay? Had he been injured in the church? Was he even still breathing?

I shake my head to clear my thoughts before realizing that the nurse was holding the door open, waiting for me to go out of it. And so I do, slowly using my arms to push my whole body forward before stopping right outside the doorway and looking at the nurse.

"Where's Dallas Winston's room?"