Dallas Winston Has A Sister? (Outsiders Fanfic)

Dally's Always Okay

        I was just drifting off to sleep when someone touched me.  I lifted my head from my arms that were crossed in front of me and resting on the bed to see Dally's finger's brushing my elbow.  He was awake!

        "You tired or something kid?" he joked, using his favorite nickname, and consequently my least favorite nickname, for me.

        "I'm the one that's been awake for more than twelve hours worrying about you while you've been asleep for twelve hours," I retorted, but I was happy.  Dally was awake, he'd be okay, and I had just admitted that I was worried about him.

        I had gotten woken up at three in the morning to a frantic phone call from Two-Bit saying that my brother had passed out on the Curtis's porch.  What followed was Steve breaking every traffic law possible to get me over there only to find that Dally had a busted rib literally sticking out of his chest, and then racing to the hospital with all the guys where Dally underwent emergency surgery and had been unconscious until now, five in the afternoon.  They had stayed with me until seven in the morning cause Darry, Soda and Steve had to work today, and then Pony, Johnny, and Two-Bit came back around one in the afternoon and tried to convince me to come home with them cause I was clearly exhausted. 

        I hadn't listened to them then but now that Dally was awake and I knew he'd be okay, twelve plus hours with no sleep, no food, and nothing but worrying was starting to take it's toll on me. 

        "Oh, so you were worried about the infamous Dallas Winston?" he asked curiously.

        "Yes, my heart started working while you were injured and practically dead, but now that you're being my brother again it's on a permanent vacation," I said sarcastically.

        Dal laughed and then said, "It feels like I got hit by a car," with a groan as he sat up, one hand held to his head.  He winced and cursed as his movement jarred his four busted ribs, one of which had protruded from his chest, along with two more fractured ribs.  "What happened?" he grumbled.

        "Maybe you did get hit by a car.  No one knows, you passed out on the porch before anyone could get anything out of you.," I replied stoically.

        "I think I did," he said, a puzzled expression on his face as he tried to remember.  "Cause I dropped that broad off way too late, at like one in the morning, and then her old man got mad and came after me with a rifle.  I was running down the middle of the street and some drunk guy tried zipping through a stop sign, and then I'm pretty sure he hit me, but I kept running cause the old man with the gun was still after me..........." he trailed off.

        It sounded like something that would happen to my delinquent brother, but it also sounded like a made-up story Two-Bit would tell.  "Seriously?" I asked, not sure if I should believe it or not.

        "I think.  I've got a headache worse than a hangover," Dally admitted.

        And then the doctor came  in, and I had to try my hardest to keep from bursting out laughing at my injured brother smarting off to the doctor as he tried to check all Dally's symptoms.

        The doctor soon gave up, and as he walked past me he asked in a low voice, "Is he always like this?"

        "Yeah," I said, trying to keep the smile off my face.

        "He should be all right, but we want to keep him here until tomorrow afternoon just to make sure.  You might want to go home and get some rest," he advised me before leaving the room.

        "You should get some rest," Dally said, having heard the doctor.

        "I'll be all right," I said as a huge yawn split my face.

        "You should go home and get some sleep," Dally repeated, grinning at the fact that he was right at me being tired and I couldn't cover it up.
        "I can stay here," I protested.  "Just give me your pillow," I demanded, not wanting to go home and get woken up with another phone call telling me that my brother had died.

        "Not happening.  I'm going to sleep, too.  Call Darry to come pick you up, all right?" Dally commanded before settling back down into his pillow and closing his eyes.

        Might as well, I thought to myself and headed down the hall to look for a phone.  Turns out I didn't have any money though, I was still wearing my pajamas.  On my way back to Dally's hospital room, I ran into Darry stopping by on his way home from work to take me home anyways.

        The only thing he got out of me was an argument that I could stay here an and explanation of what had happened to Dally, or so he told me when he woke up, before Darry got me to go back to the Curtis's.  I fell asleep in the old red pick-up, and then I crashed on the couch after Darry made Two-Bit and Soda move. 

        I guess now that Dally had woken up, I knew that everything would be okay.  Dally's always okay.