Chapter 14

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Deep ass chapter😂

The cops gave us a ride to the hospital and the gang met Steve, Dally and I there. Two-bit brought one of Darry's hoodies for me to hide in. I haven't slept all night and I don't know if I can. Everyone saw the scars... but no one was speaking to one another. Pony was crying and Steve would blame all the smoke but he was crying. I was pissed at myself more than anything. I could've done so much more then just let myself get pulled away, let myself get held back...
I run my hands along my long gold hair, if I didn't have this hair...
I was brought outta my thoughts when the doctor came down the hall. I didn't up just listened. All I needed to hear was he's alive. When I heard that I got up and walked down the hall ignoring all the people trying to tell me to go back. I snatched the doctors clipboard and ran.
"Yeah you can't take that!" He yelled "you can't be back here!" A nurses yelled trying to grab me. No one was gonna grab me for a long time. I turned a few halls so they wouldn't know which way I went. So I could read which room Soda was in.

Sodapop Curtis:

Age: 16

Birthday: October 8, 1948

Room: 620

He was in room 620. I placed the clipboard down and ran to the closest elevator. I went to the 4th floor and ran back down the hall, looking for 620
617.
618.
619.
620!
I went in slowly and he had a burn on his arm, but I'm sure his legs were terrible. Broken even. He wasn't awake but just being in there was nice. I sat on the chair next to the bed and pulled my knees under my hoodie and sang to myself but kinda him to.
"Wh..." I stuttered at first "what's gonna be left of the world... if you're not in it... what's gonna be left of the world... oh... every minute of every hour! I'll miss you! I'll miss you! I'll miss you! Oh oh..."

Then I cried. I was sobbing quietly to myself. It was slowly getting louder and louder every time I looked up at him, till I was basically screaming. I put my head against the wall and closed my eyes still crying and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up to that lion like growl. He was awake, and alive.
"What are you doing in here?" He asked rubbing his eyes. And I just shrugged. I didn't want to talk if I did my voice would sound like a zombies.
"Jax... Jax you ok?" Soda asked. And I still just shook my head no. "I'd let you sit with me but I think if you did I'd die" he chuckled but it turned into a cough.
"Where's everyone else?" I had to clear my throat before I could reply.
"Th-there I-in the waiting room..." I stuttered.
"Ok, I want you to do my a favor ok?" He said and I nodded.
"I want you to just go to Pony, you can help each other ok?"
I sighed but put my hood up and walked out the door. The gang was all waiting down the hall, they all got up when they saw me. I was exhausted... I could barely walk. I was leaning against the wall as I did. When I got to them I listened to Soda and hugged Pony and he hugged me and we both cried. Because of Soda, cause I was tired, all sorts of reasons. I wanted to go home but I didn't want to leave Soda. I wanted to sleep but I couldn't close my eyes and see not see the worst. I didn't know what to do... I wanted to do the opposites of everything. I hated crying but I couldn't seem to stop.
When I said I wanted to lock myself away this wouldn't have happened if I never came out. Pony and I just cried on each other's shoulders in the hall way.
"Let's take them home... I will" Steve volunteered.
"I'll come too..." Johnny said.
"No, no... I-I'm gonna stay..." I said letting go of Pony
"Jax... you gotta sleep... and how 'bout Tasha" Steve explained putting his arm around my shoulders leading me to the car. I wasn't gonna fight it, but I wasn't gonna let him "lead" me anywhere so I just took his arms off of me and walked to the car on my own. But almost fell stepping off the elevator so I just let him do what he wanted to keep me up right.
As we were in the car I was fighting to stay awake till we got home. Once we did I still couldn't move. Steve just carried me in putting me in my bed up stairs. The second I hit the mattress I was out cold.

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