Who We Are(The Outsiders Fanfiction)

14|"I Can Handle Hurt."

<Christina's POV>

Skyler and I wake up to the sound of Darry whispering our names. "Guys wake up." I open my eyes and it's still pitch black outside.

"What's up?" I ask Darry nervously. Skyler rubs the sleep from her eyes and sits up in bed like me. The whole gang is behind Darry.

"It's Dal, he's in the hospital, got into some trouble with Socs, the same ones that attacked you guys because he didn't pay them," Darry explains. Considering this is news to both Skyler and I we widen our eyes.

"What?"

"Just come on," Soda says as he helps me out of the bed and Steve helps Skyler. We rush to Darry's truck and speed to the hospital. Once we reach the hospital we move as fast as we can to Dally's room. Dallas is already conscious and smiles weakly when we walk in.

"Hey guys," Dally says.

"Hey Dal," Johnny replies. I order Soda to take me to Dally's bedside. I lay down on Dally's left and Skyler lays on his right side, being careful of Dally's wound.

"Hey my girls," Dally mumbles slowly reaching his arms around us.

"How you feeling?" I ask.

"Oh I'm fine, never been better," Dally claims. He smiles, but anyone with eyes can see all he really wants to do is sleep. "Now Skyler Elizabeth let me explain why I walked away that way we can cuddle without the awkward silence," Dally requests. Skyler nods her head and then buries it back into Dal's shoulder blade.

<Skyler's POV>

I dig my head into Dally's shoulder, inhaling his scent. "Okay so when I followed the Soc he led me to the car, but we were a good distance away, all I could see was shadows in the car, and the Soc convinced me you were cheating on me, but anyways I'm sorry," Dally informs me. My tears hit Dally's skin making small puddles. The guilt rising up in me for yelling at Dally earlier is heartbreaking. Not wanting anyone to see me cry, I don't lift my face from Dally's shoulder. The rest of the gang gathers chairs around Dally's hospital room and we all fall asleep without warning.

A few hours later, I wake up in the dead of night and see we are still in the hospital room. "Can't sleep either?" Dallas whispers in my ear.

"Dallas, I'm such a horrible person, I didn't even let you explain this morning," I complain.

"Oh please, I can handle hurt," Dally says. I smirk.

"How's your side?" I ask. He frowns.

"Well to be totally honest they way your laying on me is kind of hurting it, but that's okay because it's worth it," Dally explains. When he informs me of his uncomfort I quickly try to move off the bed, but Dally's strong arm holds me in place. "I told you I like you where you are," Dally pleads. I sigh and relax next to him again.

"Dallas?"

"Hm?"

"I love your sister," I claim.

"So do I," Dally replies.

"You love me right?" I ask. Dallas laughs at me for a moment before speaking.

"I thought I made it pretty clear that I love you," Dally says.

"No I know, but do you love me like you love your sister?"

"In some ways, like how I feel the need to protect you both and also how I feel if I lose you I'll be lost, but in some ways your different," Dally says, then pauses before speaking again. "Like how when you touch me even for a second I feel happiness and when your mad at me I feel like a dick," Dallas explains.

"Your not a dick, you're just a lovable ass," I say smiling.

"Oh really, or do I just have a lovable ass?" Dally says smirking.

"Both," I say giggling quietly. Forgetting about the knife wound on Dally's side, I place my hand on it. Dallas' face scrunches up in pain and he yelps out in pain. Soda nearly falls out of his chair at the loud noise. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!" I yell nervous.

"It's okay," Dallas says barely audible. His voice was quiet and muffled. Dally's eyes are squeezed shut and he grips the bed tightly.

The whole gang woke up at the sound of Dally's yelp of pain. "I'm so sorry!" I repeat nervously.

I keep saying this until Dally grabs my wrist and whispers a raspy, "Stop." I stop saying sorry, but guilt still pangs in my chest.

A nurse comes into the room and makes me move off the bed so she can look at the wound. When she sees it she gasps and I look at it in horror. The cut is no longer just red, it's oozing and infected looking. The skin surrounding the cut is bright red and swollen. "The gash is infected, could all of you leave the room so we can look at this closer," the nurse requests. Solemnly we walk out of the room and wait in the hall.

"That was one bad cut," Johnny whispers.

"No kidding," Two-Bit says. I ignore the incoming conversation with the guys and instead walk over to Chris.

"Hey, how ya doing?" I ask.

"Okay I guess, I just can't wait to get Dally out of this hospital, gives us the creeps," Chris says. I know hospitals are creepy and sad, but the way Chris says her and Dally hates hospitals makes me wonder if there is more to it then she is telling me. I make a mental note to ask Dally about it later. Instead I go and walk to Soda.

"What do you know about bad experiences in hospitals with Dally and Chris?" I ask.

"I shouldn't be the one to tell you, besides I don't know if Dally wants you knowing," Soda explains. I groan.

"I don't care what Dally wants, I want to know!"

"Look it's not my business to tell you, sorry," Soda says. I drop my chin and sit in a chair to wait for news on Dallas. My mind isn't at ease though. While sitting I conjure up everything that could of happened at a hospital with Chris and Dally.

A/N WTF WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THE WINSTONS AND HOSPITALS?!?

Jk! I know what's going on but you don't so suck it up and wait for the next chapter!

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