The Outsiders Imagines And Stuff

Dallas Winston_Part 3

At first didn't believe what I was hearing, but then reality sunk in, and I never felt so worse in my life.
Things went all blurry and dizzy.
"Y/n you need to sit down." Darry's voice echoed and rang.
A knot in my stomach started to form, and It felt like someone had hit me hard with a bace ball bat.
Finding out I was pregnant was hard enough, now this?
All my emotions pilled up, and I felt like throwing up.
Its sickening to think about someone you love with all your heart, die.
Especially if its by suicide.

I had so many questions, I couldn't even think straight.

"Darry, I-" Everything went all black as my head met the floor.

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The first thing I noticed was the smell. Mint and hand sanitizer. (Pfft,)
I was for sure at the hospital, but I didn't remember getting here.
I could feel that I was breathing out of an oxygen mask, and that I had an I.V. sticking out of my arm.
It took me a minute to open my eyes fully, but when I did I noticed it was dark.
I quickly sat up, nervous and alert. A sharp, violent pain attacked the left side of my ribs.
I yelped in pain and fell back down onto the bed.
I started shake nervously. It wasn't long before I felt tears start to race down my face.
It felt as if I was suffocating with the oxygen mask on, ironic huh? I struggled to pull it off, trying to find where it attached together.
Out of nowhere, the door squeaked open.
Imaking me cover my eyes.
A tall slim human figure walked in and turned on a lamp.

"D-Darry..?" I asked silently.
The figure turned around.
"No, I'm your doctor."
"Oh.." I exhaled silently, a little disappointed.
"What happened..?" I sniffled.
"You passed out, fell pretty hard, and broke two off you left ribs."
Suddenly everything came back, and I thought of Dally.
I started crying something awful.
"Get this stupid mask off me!" I choked, trying to pull it off my face.
"Clam down." The Doctor, walked over, and simply unvelcroed it.
I gasped in a large breath of air.
I awkwardly eyed the Doctor, and blinked a couple times.
"What time is it?" I sniffled.
"6 A.M. Want to call someone?"
"Yes! Yes, I want to call my brother... Please!"
I impatiently watched the doctor drag over the phone and plug it into the wall.
'There ya go, take as much time as you need." He left the room, leaving a small lamp on.
I anxiously punched the numbers in, and waited for someone to answer.
7 seconds passed, and my anxiety started get worse. I wondered if I had dialed the wrong number, cause it never takes this long for someone in our family to pick up the phone.

"Hello?" A familiar voice finally came through.
"Darry??" I sat up in the hospital bed a little.
"Y/n? You're finally up!" Darry sounded quite exited.
"I- I wanna come home..." I was going to cry again, and there was nothing that could stop me.
"Hey, please don't cry. Ill be there soon ok?"
The excitement tone in his voice settled down, leaving him to talk more serious.
"Darry, I'm confused and scared. Please, I just want to go home-" My voice cracked and I started to cry again, alone in the dark, empty, hospital room.
"Calm down, Ill be there soon."
"Okay, please hurry.."
"Ill try, I love you."
"I love you too." I somehow managed to choke the words out of my mouth.

Its going to be ok..
I told myself, over and over again.
I watched as the sun slowly cast orange stripes onto the wall, due to the blinds.
I let out a huge, shakey sigh.

This was horrible, I never wanted to be here in this situation. I hated being here alone and confused. I just wanted to go home, were people loved me.. is that too much to ask?

Curiously, I raised my hand up to my rib and lightly touched it.
Pain attacked the entire left side of my upper body again, and I immediately regretted my action.
I squinted my eyes tight shut until everything started to look a little deformed.
My breaths started to get slower and deeper. Eventually, I began to drift off again, everything becoming more peaceful again.

"Y/n?" A voice echoed.
"Oh god Y/n, what did I do..?" The voice cracked.
I felt somebody gently rest their hands on either sides of my body, and bury their face into the crook of my neck.
"Careful Dallas," Another voice quietly said.
I gasped a little when I heard his name.
Could it really be Dally?
"D-dally?" My voice barley squeaked, as I started to wake up a little more.
"Y/n, you're awake? Oh Y/n," Dally exhaled, and sqeezed me tighter.
"Dally!" I gasped in pain.
He immediately let go, and apologized over and over.
"Dallas, I thought you were dead." I said sternly, interrupting him.
"The damn police thought that the person who killed himself was me. They said he looked like me or some shit like that. I was at Bucks the whole time.." Dally sighed and rolled his eyes.
"You still scared me though," I exhaled sharply.
"I know, I'm sorry." He continued to grab my face and kiss me all over.
I smiled and sighed in relief.
I hugged him for along while, and I didn't want to let go. It seemed like forever ago since I last saw him.
"So," Dally sat up. "Were gonna have a baby huh..?"
Shocked, I sat up and grabbed his collar.
"Oh Dallas, I- I forgot!" I winced, trying to ignore the pain.
"Lay down, you're gonna hurt yourself more." Dally gently lay me back down.
I tried to swallow down the knot that was forming in my throat.
"Hey, its okay. Don't cry, we'll be just fine." Dally held my hand tight.
"No we won't. Were too young for this, and you've never wanted kids anyway." I shook my head and looked away.
"I know hun, but we'll be okay. I promise." Dally softly sighed, and kissed me on the cheek.
"Besides, I guess I wouldn't mind having a little me around for awhile." He smirked.
"Really?" I grinned just a little.
"Why not." Dally shrugged, and tried to hide his smile.
"Gosh, I love you Dallas." I smiled.
"I love you too Y/n." He said, and kissed me right on the lips.

Lol, why da hell is this so bad tho? Smh.. oh well.