Scars | Johnny Cade Fanfic

29 - Moments

Triggers: Swearing

THIS CHAPTER IS ABOUT 4,000+ SO DON'T TALK ABOUT HOW I WAS LATE TO PUBLISHING THE NEXT CHAPTER <3

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Tru's POV

Sunday, February 6; Evening (5:03)

"How are you?"

"Do you feel okay?"

"Where's your wheelchair?"

"On a scale of 1-10, how alive are you?"

Questions came darting at Soda once we flooded him with our surprise. Of course we gave him millions of bear hugs as well. Darry, Pony, and Steve came into the house with big smiles on their faces.

"Good- yes- I left it at the hospital- and a solid 8.3 and a half." Soda answered as he slowly sat down on the couch. I could tell he was still in a bit of pain, so I decided it'd be best if we took it slow.

"Do you need anything first?" I asked.

"Yeah. A meal." Soda joked, as he relaxed on the couch. "Listen, I know we just got home and all, but I'm starving. Hospital food is no joke, I'll tell you that much." He chuckled. "Can I answer all your other questions and stuff over dinner?"

"Actually," Darry cut in, dropping off Soda's hospital bag at the door. "I was thinking more of going out to eat. Then for dessert, we can eat that cake Steve brought, assuming it's not poisonous."

The sixteen year old boy's face lit up. You could tell he missed this more than anything. I couldn't imagine staying in the same hospital bed for two months.

As for Johnny and I, we weren't too thrilled about that idea. We both knew we were gonna have to miss our 'date' tonight.

Johnny made a disappointed face at me, but I nodded to reassure him. "It's okay." I mouthed to him. "We can go out later."

"Uh- sounds fun." Johnny answered Soda awkwardly, stuffing his hands in his front pockets. I could tell he was kind of bummed that we couldn't go out, but we both knew Sodapop came first.

Steve started towards the fridge to get a beer, patting his best friend's head on the way there. "We can all go down to the Dingo's, yeah?"

"Yeah!" Everyone chimed in.

The next thing I know, I get swooped up by Two-Bit, giving me a piggy-back ride, as the rest of the gang started to whoop and cheer out the door. Johnny and Dallas followed close behind, appreciating the cheering at a fair distance.

Immediately I was put into the back seat like a child, as the rest piled up in Steve's truck. Pony, Johnny, and I sat in the back; Soda, Two-Bit, and Dallas in the middle; and Steve and Darry up front.

Darry started to struggle while getting into the passenger seat of the truck. He lifted his leg through the car door first and strained as he grabbed the headrest, using his upper body strength to pull himself into the car.

Of course this strain sent him a shock of pain through his leg, causing a reaction any normal person would have in that situation.

"Shit-"

The whole gang darted their head towards the twenty year old, all for the same reason (All except Dallas who had been actually proud of Darry for cussing).

"Darrel, you okay?" Soda asked his brother, sitting up-right in his seat now. "What happened?! And Pony, don't repeat that word."

"I'm okay. I'm okay." The twenty year old assured, clutching onto the side of his seat. To be honest, it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than Soda.