Soon I found out that Ponyboy probably could never walk again in his life because he got injured badly on his back. That meant Ponyboy could never play football with us or do track again, I felt guilty. It should've been me, it felt like it was better if it was me instead of Ponboy getting injured. Darry and Sodapop were heartbroken, they knew how much Ponyboy loved playing football and doing track.
Ponyboy had been in the hospital for a few days now, Darry and Sodapop always watching over him. He hadn't woken up at all, I was worried. At home, it was no better, my dad's been drinking a lot more lately so I've just been at the hospital to avoid home. Dallas was also recovering from a broken arm, Dallas was still mad about us going to save the kids. But I know he'll get over it soon, at the moment I was in a chair next to Ponyboy's hospital bed. Darry and Sodapop went out to grab us some food, I was staring at Ponyboy's burned body. The guilt came rushing back up.
