Johnny Cade x Reader

Chapter 14

"I-Is he dead??" I looked at Johnny wide eyed. I thought I was going to faint.

"N-No, he is just unconscious," Pony choked out. He was almost in tears.

"That's what you guys get for tryin' to be heroes!" Dally punched Pony right in the face and knocked him out. That caused them to drop Johnny on the ground by accident.

"Johnny!" I screamed. I was in full blown tears by now and I could not control my crying. I tried picking him up but some fat guy stopped me. As soon as I knew it there were ambulances everywhere and they were taking Johnny, Pony, and Dally away on stretchers.

"W-W-What just happened?..." I was crying harder than when my mother died. I was now in the ambulance with Johnny, holding his hand. The fat guy and Pony were in another ambulance and I guess Dally was in a different one too.

Johnny wasn't speaking. He couldn't and the guys in the ambulance said that they think he broke his back.

"What do you mean you think!?" I called out. "Did he or did he not break his back!?"

"Look ma'am, I know you're in distress but right now we are doing all we can to help your boyfriend," the random nurse guy said. I guess I was glad he was being so calm with me. I felt bad for him. I didn't mean to yell at him, but I was just so stressed out. I sill couldn't get my head around everything. What if Johnny DIED? What then? I would literally have nothing to live for anymore. Johnny gave me hope. He taught me that there is still good in this world. Earlier when Pony, Johnny and I were talking, Pony recited a quote from Robert Frost. I can't remember it but it was something about being gold and nothing gold can stay and what not. That poem, it reminded me of Johnny in so many ways. On our way to the hospital that's all I could think about.

We pulled up to the hospital and I was told I needed to wait in the lobby with Ponyboy until they get everything under control.

"Son, you shouldn't be smokin'," the random fat man said to Pony.

"You're smokin'," Pony said and puffed out some more smoke.

"Well I'm older and it's a bad habit to get into."

"Do... Do you think Johnny will be okay?" I looked up at Pony. He was clearly ignoring the fat man next to him and so was I.

"Yeah, he has to... Right?" Pony smiled and grabbed my hand, rubbing it affectionately. I squeezed his hand tightly an tears fell from my eyes once again. "Hey, he's going to be okay," Pony held me in his arms and started crying too. I wish Ponyboy would have been my brother a long time ago.

Just then after we got some of our sobs out, Sodapop and Darry came around the corner. Pony looked up, let go of me, and greeted Darry and Soda with a huge hug. As soon as I knew it they were all crying in each other's arms. All I did was stare until Darry smiled and motioned me to give him and soda a hug too.

"Come on (Y/N), don't be shy," Darry smiled. I ran up and we all shared a nice, warm, group hug.

"I thought I lost you guys," Darry squeezed us tighter and he started crying. Yeah, that's right. Big ol' tough Darry was crying. And I didn't blame him either. I would cry too, but then again, I'm kind of a cry baby.

Finally we all broke away from the hug and sat down. The nurses said we wouldn't be able to see Johnny and Dally until tomorrow so we went back to the Curtis household. On the ride there though, Ponyboy fell asleep so Darry had to carry him inside.

"Man this boy is getting too big for me to carry," Darry said. It didn't look easy carrying Pony all by oneself. "You stayin' here tonight?" Darry asked me.

"Yeah, if that's okay... After us running away and stuff...." I looked down. I wasn't even sure if Darry really forgave us or not.

"All is forgiven," He smiled and ruffled my hair. It was like he had read my mind. "Let me go get you a blanket. You can sleep on the couch."

"Thanks Darry," I smiled back and got myself all situated on the couch to where I was most comfortable. Darry came back with a large, soft, blue blanket that came from his room. I was so grateful that these people let me in and welcomed me as part of the family. Here I felt loved. Darry reminded me of my dad before my mom died and Johnny really reminds me of my mom sometimes.

I soon fell asleep after rummaging through thoughts of today. Would Johnny live? Damn, I hope he did. If he didn't I don't know what I would do with myself. I can't say that I'd kill myself because I'm too scared to die. But if Johnny really did die, a huge part of me would be taken away. Something that could never be replaced. Like when my mom died. No one could ever fill that void. Johnny was the closest thing to filling that void. That hole in my heart. And now the person I love the most in this world is being taken away from me again. What am I to do? What am I to become? What will happen to the gang? They couldn't live without Johnny either. And dally.... Poor, poor Dally.... Johnny is literally the thing in this world that keeps Dallas Winston alive. Without Johnny around, surely Dally would kill himself, or go completely insane trying.

That night I had nightmares and good dreams. I had three dreams. The first two were good and the third one was terrible. The first one was me with my mother. We were in a meadow together, playing in the tall grass and flowers. The second dream was of Johnny and I together under the stars a the park. It was a nice dream. But the third dream was had both of them dying and I was blamed for all of it. Was it really my fault that my mom died? Is it my fault that Johnny got hurt?