I Hate You | Dallas Winston [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 4

A/U: This might be a little cringy 'cause of the 'stuttering'/words with "-" in the middle or such but it's just for the talking effect ok

TW: Mention of injuries/violence

I woke up. I sat up panicking, where's Pony? Where is DALLY?
I regretting sitting up that quick, I fell back down on the bed.
Looking over there's Pony in Soda's bed, and Darry on the floor sitting against the wall.
Darry looked up, and walked out. He comes back with Soda.
"H--"
God it's difficult to talk. And difficult to breathe.
"Don't talk so soon, kid." Darry said quietly. He looked tired.
Me being me, I talked so soon. "What's o--cough--n my arm---m?"
"A cast, sweetie." Soda answered, he sat on the floor at my bed and Darry's did the same over at Soda's bed with Pony in it.
I notice Pony's awake, he's not speaking.

"He--mmm---Hey Pony." I say, Soda and Darry look at Pony quick to see him wave back. Glad to know he's alive.
"What happened to Dally?" Pony questioned, he spoke soft. What did that Soc do to him? Atleast he can speak better than I can.

"He's out in the living room beatin' himself up 'cause he didn't get to any of you quick enough." Soda answered, Darry's awful quiet.
"How long h------ave we've been sleeping?" My turn to ask a question now.
"A week and a half, the doctors took you in for the week and a day then let us take you back. A week and a day only because you, Y/N, needed to have extra care for your chest and we couldn't leave you without Pony," Darry finally spoke up.
"We didn't wanna leave you alone, even if we did take Pony one of us would be trying to stay overnight at the hospital."

Soda spoke up after a little, "We're glad we got you when we did. The doctors said 5 more minutes and you two might've bled out on that sidewalk," you could hear his voice starting to break, he wasn't crying. I don't know how he's so tough like that. I was sobbing my ass off when I saw Pony like that.

"What even happened? You three enough would be able to take out 5 Socs." Darry asked anyone who would answer.

"The Socs were--," Pony cut himself off to either breathe or prepare, "They were big. One of them were bigger than Dally."
I looked at the ceiling. I don't wanna remember that guy smiling as he watched me struggle to fight back. I really thought I would die.

"Wasn't Johnny with you?" I'm speaking better now, still kinda hurts.
"Yeah, he was, froze a bit when he saw you two." Darry answered looking over at the door.

I looked too, and you could see someone in the hall. I thought I was hallucinating for a second since it's kinda dark in that hallway until Darry said, "Come in."

Now, this is crazy, I'm sure, but I looked at him and for the first time in.. what? The whole time I knew him? I looked him in the face and didn't feel like I hated him.

I feel bad. I think. It's a mix of nothing + sympathy. He looked bad, I mean in the way he got beat up. He had band-aids on his face and I'm pretty sure he must've had some sorta side-wound considering from the smallish bandage. Also a cut on his lip, I don't know how I noticed but I did.

Main question, how did get bust that guy who is bigger than him's ass? And is also able to still walk? Shit I stared for too long. Pony waved, I wave. I don't wanna talk anymore. I think Dallas noticed I stared for too long considering he has that well-known dumb smirk he has on almost 24/7. Nevermind I hate him again. I think. Maybe. I don't know I'm probably just thinking wrong 'cause I lost oxygen, yeah, sounds right.

Soda, Dallas, and Darry are just talking now, Pony and I say things there and there. You'd think I'd have all the energy in the world if I've been sleeping for a while but I'm tired.

I don't wanna sleep just yet. This is the first time I've been awake for a bit and I'm kinda hungry. Also craving a smoke. I doubt I'd be able to have one though, Darry's strict with that too. "Do we have anyth---in' to eat?" I cough out. I guess I can't speak good anymore, damn.

"Yeah, Soda n' I made some sandwiches earlier, thinking atleast one of you will wake up today, which you both did," Dally answered back.
"Sweet." I say, then looked at Pony. "Sure," he got that I was asking him by just a look. Kinda funny to me that we all can just understand eachother by just looks. I also think it's kinda funny that Ponyboy is sitting up and I can't.

I'm stuck. I don't like this. I can't even use my arms, wait no I can.
Nevermind sitting up is not an option. That hurt a little too much. I'll just lay here n' rot then.
Soda helped me sit up as soon as I thought that. Convenient I guess. Atleast Dally got the sandwiches quick.

This is.. surprisingly difficult to eat a sandwich. I mean, my shoulder did get cut open, but I wouldn't think that would stop me from using it to put my arm up. I can't even bend down 'cause the doctors (I'm guessing) put this thing on my chest so I can (I'm guessing again) breathe without (probably) bending.

It works, just so they know that. I'll just deal with the shoulder pain, I hate having arm injuries. Especially on both. Like damn, you didn't have to break the other arm too.

Atleast the others aren't watching me struggling to eat a goddamn sandwich. Except Dallas. He looked away as soon as I looked at him, he's being weird I just wanna eat something and now I have two problems.
1. Arm injuries.
2. Some weird person looking at me eat a sandwich.

Well, it's just him, so it doesn't matter.

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