𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 :: 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯

Nineteen

DECEMBER 2, 1966

DALLAS WAS CHECKED OUT BY THE DOCTORS WITH MINOR SCRATCHES AND BRUISES on him. The morning after the accident, he went to the phone to call Darry who didn't pick up, he figured that they were all asleep as it was five in the morning. He was restless, he never left the hospital, even after being told numerous times that Felicity was not ready for visitors.

Her hospital room was closed off by the staff, nurses came in and out of the room. In the room was Felicity who lied on the bed in the painful injuries she gained but couldn't feel it in her deep sleep. She suffered from lacerations on her face and arms, fracture to her right leg, the bridge of her nose was broken, and a concussion awaits her for when she wakes up.

Dallas had not yet seen her as he was waiting up the entire night outside of her hospital room, sitting uncomfortably in the waiting chairs right next to her door. It would definitely pain Dallas to see her current condition, he didn't put the injuries into picture but he knew it was bad.

Dr. Charles was in charge of taking care of the young girl. He'd slip in and out of Felicity's room while Dallas took his short naps, to stop Dallas from trying to barge into the room.

It was that time where Dallas had woken up before Dr. Charles could get out. And when Dr. Charles' exit came, Dallas stood right up from his seat.

"How is she, is she alright?" Dallas sent out multiple questions. "When can I see her? I'm going to see her, right?"

Dr. Charles motioned his hand for Dallas to calm down, "You will see her eventually but she hasn't waken up yet."

"Get her to wake up, damn it."

"Sir, it doesn't work like that." Dr. Charles sighed. "We don't even know when she'll wake up."

"So you're telling me she won't ever wake up, you're just gonna let her die?!" Dallas demanded answers.

"Mr. Winston, she isn't going to die."

Dr. Charles looked past Dallas and behind him.

"I'll let you go in and see her but you get out of there when nurses come in." Dr. Charles instructed.

The door opens for Dallas and his heart aches the moment he sees Felicity. His eyes frowned when he observed the cast on her leg, the new scars on her face, and her eyes closed. Her chest did show signs of normal breathing but it wasn't going to wake her.

"Now she's got a  fracture on her leg, she was close to getting surgery but it doesn't mean it isn't serious." Dr. Charles says but Dallas waves him away.

Dallas pulled a chair closer to her bed, his hand was hesitant to reach for hers, he was scared of hurting her even more. His eyes welled up with tears but he was quick to wipe them away.

The sounds of her television was playing. Dallas hated the noise that he felt like were disrupting her slumber, he was about to turn the screen off when it was the news that showed image of the car wreck.

"The police are yet to find the suspect but pieces of the suspect's vehicle were left at the scene," the reporter stated, which made Dallas tune in. "the pieces of the vehicle are said to belong to a Ford Truck according to police."

The thought of the truck going in to t-bone the car replayed over and over in Dallas' head. He revisioned the bright lights that shined directly at him and Felicity, the face the driver made when hitting them.

The face.

The face.

Dallas repeated over in his head, the face that he saw in the truck. It finally dawned on him when he kept summarizing the features of the man's face, it infuriated him, preparing Dallas to go out and find them.

It had been Billy who hit them, driving Felicity's truck the entire time.

He looked at Felicity and only imagined her as the little girl she once was, the little girl who would have almost been killed by her own father. Although Dallas wasn't in Tulsa long enough to know what Felicity had been like in her childhood years, he knew she was some bright bubbly girl that needed to get away.

The wave of nurses entering the room snapped Dallas back into reality.

"Sir, you can't be in here." One of the nurses, Nancy, scolded him.

Dallas got up out of seat, storming out of the room to get back to the phone. His fingers had dialed the Curtis' residence once more. He was lucky to have the ohone picked up by someone.

"Hello?" They answered.

"Steve? It's Dal, where's Darry?" Dallas questioned.

"Hold on." Steve huffed.

After a minute of silence and shouting from Steve, Darry had the phone in his hand.

"I do not have any bail money-"

"No, it's not that." Dallas stopped him. "Listen man, me and Felicity got into a really bad car wreck, we're at the hospital right now but they don't got a damn clue when she's going to wake up."

"Jesus," Darry mumbled, "Listen umm... I got work but after work I'll swing by the hospital. I bet Johnny and Ponyboy will meet you guys up there."

"Alright." Dallas said before aggressively placing the phone back in its holder.

Dallas ran his fingers through his hair while pacing back and forth in the hall. He stopped his moving when he heard someone walking towards him, it was a couple. Dallas' eyes narrowed down on them.

Rosemary and Billy.

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