Who We Are(The Outsiders Fanfiction)

57|"Merry Christmas."

<Skyler's POV>

And then the whole moment went down. A burning in my chest begins. My head pounds and I fall from Dallas's grasp onto the floor. My hand moves to where my lungs are and I press down in some insane attempt to stop the pain. I am unable to breathe barely at all. Dallas drops to the floor next to me. "Skyler!" He yells. His arms wrap around me. When he picks me up I realize something. We don't have a car. I know I won't make it to the hospital. Like some sort of miracle to door swings open.

"I forgot Josh's blanket he can sleep with- oh my god!" Chris screams as she runs in.

"Chris get Tibby!" Dallas screams while running outside with me in his arms. We walk outside where the snow is coming down heavily and the ground already has several inches of white on it. Shining white crystals in the dark night. Like the stars in the sky on a clear night. The moons rays light up the ground, causing the icicles to shimmer. The last thing I see before the pain causes me to black out is the bright headlights on Darry's car, temporarily blinding me. Then a tall dark silhouette of Darry running towards us. Muffled voices screaming, then peaceful darkness.
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I wake up with a bit of a head ache and see Dally watching me in a chair. My chest is still a bit sore but no terrible pain. There is a tube running around my ears and under my nose. It's controlling my breathing a bit. A clear tube is running inside of me and I begin to wonder why. Dallas notices I'm awake and jumps a bit. He takes my hand and his thumb strokes the top of it. "Hey Skyler Elizabeth, you're okay, Merry Christmas," he says all at once.

"The twins?"

"Fine."

"What happened?" I ask urgently, suddenly reassured that my unborn children are okay.

"Your lungs had to much fluid in them, they are pretty much done draining it out, they say it's no big deal," Dallas tells me. I sigh in relief and lay back down on the big pillow.

"Where is Tibby?" I ask. Dally smiles.

"Chris has her, I'll be right back," he tells me. I nod faintly as Dallas rushes out of the room. A few seconds later he comes in with little Tibby. A big smirk on her puffy lips. Dallas sets her next to me and I stroke her arm as she looks around the room.

"My beautiful baby girl," I whisper, "can we still make it to Chris's for brunch?" I ask. Dallas begins to laugh and puts his head in his hands.

"I can't believe that's the one thing you are wondering about, but if you must know it's only four thirty in the morning so yes, Chris, Soda, Pony, and the baby are walking home now. Darry is staying here to drive us home," Dallas explains. Good, I think, I'm not going to let something like cancer get in the way of my family events.

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3 hours later
7:30

Dallas helps me into the clothes I was wearing last night and the doctors insist on me having an oxygen tank for the next week. I tried to tell them we don't have money for that, but Dallas refused my oppositions. I tie my hair up in a knot and some of the really short pieces hang on my neck. Dallas carries Tibby as Darry leads us to the car. I run out of breath quickly, so when Darry offers me help when I can't get in the car I don't oppose. He practically lifts me into the passenger seat then Dallas sets Tibby in my lap. My oxygen tank resides in between my legs. Dallas sits in the pick up part of the truck. I told him that I could sit on his lap so wouldn't freeze but once again he opposed. I don't like this babying thing these two have going on.

The ride home is short and I almost wish it was longer so I could fall asleep. When we get there Darry holds Tibby as Dallas helps me out of the truck. I catch my balance and thank Darry before he pulls out of the driveway and I walk into the house with my tank rolling behind me. Tibby is sleeping in Dally's arms and we open the door and walk inside. I go right to my bed and lay down as Dally puts Tibby in her nursery. I would have done it but the walking was getting to be to much.