Say Something [Dallas + Y/N Fanfic]

6

Dally's Point Of View

The smell of drugs and alcohol filled my nose when I regained consciousness. I was in a hospital room, the beeping of the heart monitor continued at a steady pace beside me. I felt extremely drowsy, not high, just drowsy. My eyes felt as if weights were attached to them, forcing them closed. I could barely manage to keep them open. I wanted to wake up, but my body refused, so I sat in wait for the drugs to wear off. Darry came into my curtain cubicle before they did.

"You need anger management classes." He said with no expression, knowing I was far too weak to get up and beat the tar out of him. He stood beside my bed, arms crossed, doing that face he's real good at doing when I'm hiding at his place from the cops. He sighed, "She's alive."

I forced myself to sit up, opening my eyes before Darry shoved me back into the bed. "I-I-need-" I mumbled, barely managing to get the words out.

"No, you don't. She's not awake anyways." He said while I still struggled to lose his grip. "Dally-" He pushed me down, hard. "Dal, listen to me." I looked me in the eyes. "I need to tell you something. She's in a coma."