[TULSA] Dallas Winston's Sister and Darry Curtis

-T W E L V E-

Cal woke up to Darry, Dally, and Two-Bit kneeling over her. "Hey guys,"
She was bombarded with questions.
"What the hell happened?"
"Who did this?"
"Should we call 911?"
"No!" She yelled. Everyone stopped talking, "No ones calling anyone, I'm fine and Ill explain everything later. Right now I just need to be patched up."
"Alright help me get her on the table," Darry directed the others.
They lifted her on the table. Darry grabbed the first aid kit and got to work.
"Oh my god what happened?" Soda asked from the doorway, Ponyboy right behind. They had both clearly just gotten up to see what was going on.
"Oh hey guys," Cal greeted.
"What's going on?" Ponyboy blearily asked.
"Cal got stabbed," Darry responded
"What?!"
"Not stabbed, It was more of a slash," Cal clarified.
"Oh yeah, cause that's so much better,"
"Shut up Pony," Said Cal.
"Cal, I did what I could but your stomach wont stop bleeding. I think you need stitches," Darry said.
"Can you do it?"
"Yeah but it'll hurt like hell. You should really go to a doctor,"
"No doctors, if you can do it, do it," Cal instructed.
"Alright then," Darry started telling everyone what they needed to do. "Ponyboy go get some Tylenol and the strongest liquor we have, Dallas hold her legs, Soda Hold her arms, and Two-Bit, go sober up somewhere,"
"Aye Aye captain," Two-Bit said as he got another beer. Darry just rolled his eyes.
Darry got everything ready and held out the bottle of vodka Ponyboy had grabbed. "Want a shot of this before I start?"
Cal shook her head, "I don't drink,"
"Not even for this?"
"Not for anything," she said firmly.  "Alright, let's do this." Darry placed the needle where the stitches were going to start, "Ponyboy," Cal warned. "Cover your ears,"
Darry pushed the needle in and Cal let out a string of curse words and phrases some vulgar even Dally looked horrified. Surprisingly Darry didn't even seem to notice.
Cal breathed deeply, "You don't seem all that phased," Cal said to Darry,
"Oh hon, I work on construction sites, I hear that every day. Why don't you try..." And Darry let out a stream of curses just as bad if not worse than the one Cal had just said.
Ponyboy and Sodapop looked horrified. Hearing those kinds of things from Cal was shocking but from Darry, that was a whole new level.
Cal just laughed, "Ill keep that one in mind."
And on they went, stitch after stitch, vulgar phrase after vulgar phrase until Cal pased out from pain and exhaustion.