Partners In Crime | Dallas Winston FanFic

Chapter Fifteen: Worried

Dally's POV:

I'd only been in the hospital for a few hours— but I couldn't wait to leave. That place gives me the creeps, man. I'd asked some doc about Lex right after I woke up, only to be told I wasn't allowed to see her yet— just family. 

But after hours of just staring at the wall, I couldn't take it anymore, man. Screw those doctors— I was gonna go find Lex.

So I got out of bed and walked towards the waiting room— where I saw Two-Bit, Steve, and Darry. Two and Steve were curled up in some chairs, asleep, while Darry sat there with his head in his hands.

"What room is she in?" I asked him.

"Dal, you're not supposed to see her right now. She's in critical condition— family only," Darry replied, rubbing his eyes. "Besides, Sodapop and Ponyboy are in there right now."

"What room is she in— where's Lexie?" I repeated, my voice stern.

Darry sighed, then replied tiredly, "She's in room 124."

And without hesitation, I headed towards the elevator. I'm coming, Lexie.

When the elevator dinged and I stepped off, a cold chill ran down my spine. And I thought the rest of the hospital was creepy. The ICU was way worse— man— people on the verge of dying everywhere.

I walked cautiously down the long hallway, illuminated with bright white lights. God— it was creepy. When I finally reached Lex's room, 124, the door was cracked and I could hear Pony and Soda whispering inside. I slowly opened the door, and both of them immediately turned to face me. Behind them— a lifeless body laid in a hospital bed. There was no way that was Lex— that couldn't be her. It was too still— too pale— too dead. I let out a shuddery breath, while Pony stared at me in shock. He'd never seen me scared before— because for once— I didn't try to hide it.

I slowly stepped towards the bed, while Soda pushed Pony out of the room.

"Let's give him some alone time," he whispered, carefully closing the door behind him.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and put Lexie's hand in mine— she was ice cold. I'd have thought she was dead, if it weren't for all of the machines beeping around me. Her face was covered in tubes and cords— she was almost unrecognizable. She'd never looked that calm— that still— before. That made me think back to something Mrs. Curtis used to say, "The calm before the storm." That's probably why the hospital creeped me out so much— it was too calm, but a storm was coming.

I also remembered something else, though, something Ponyboy had told me once while doing homework or something.

So I took a deep breath, then did something that probably looked really stupid.

Alexis' POV:

"Lex," I heard Dally say in a hushed tone, "I don't know if you can hear me— you probably can't— but I've got something I need to say. You can't die, man. The gang needs you— I need you. We've only been dating for a few days— but I don't know what I'd do without you. You're my partner in crime. If you died... I'd kill myself. I don't want to live in a world without you in it, man. And I mean, there's so much we haven't done yet. Hell, I haven't even taken you on an actual date. You can't die yet— there's so much we still have to do. I know I don't say this enough— but I love you. I love you so much, Lex. You've gotta wake up— wake up— please," he pleaded, his voice choked by tears. God— I wished that I could tell him how much I love him. I wanted to tell him so badly— but I couldn't.

Dally's POV:

I waited a few seconds, but nothing happened. I don't know what I expected, man. So I got up, kissed her on the forehead, and walked out of the room. Pony and Soda were pacing in the hallway as I got back on the elevator. The doors closed and I pressed a glowing button. Time to go see Johnny.

Ponyboy's POV:

Me and Soda walked back into the hospital room— where Lexie was still lying there, still. For once, Soda wasn't beaming his movie star smile. He wasn't cracking jokes. Hell— he was barely talking at all. He was too worried— we all were. Darry most of all, though. God, he felt guilty. I tried reassuring him that it wasn't his fault a hundred times— that I was the one who ran into the church— but he wouldn't listen. In his mind, the only person to blame was himself. I sighed, then stepped closer to Lexie's bed.

"Come on, you've gotta wake up," I whispered in her ear, "Wake up so Darry will stop beating himself up. Wake up so Soda will go back to loving life. Wake up so Dally will stop worrying so much. Wake up, Lexie. Please— for us. We c-can't live without y-you," I said, my eyes tearing up and my voice shaking.

Before I knew it, Soda was hugging me— tight. Almost as though he was worried I'd slip away if he didn't squeeze me tight enough. Like Lexie. For some reason, this made me cry harder. I sobbed into his chest as he gently rubbed my back.

"W-What if s-she doesn't w-wake up?" I asked through my sobs.

"It's gonna be okay. We're all gonna be fine," he reassured softly.

But I could tell that even he didn't believe himself— and that was the worst feeling of all.

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Author's Note:

Okay— I've found a new obsession. Writing sad scenes. I know that sounds evil— but it's oddly satisfying because it just comes so naturally to me. I literally wrote this whole chapter in one sitting, because for some reason, the sad chapters have been so easy. I'm probably not making sense— but expect a *few* more sad ones in the future 😉

And— ONCE AGAIN— writing this made me cry. This is becoming a reoccurring thing. ANYWAY—

Hope you enjoy and stay gold 🌅