Here we go—I'm finally updating. I haven't done this in forever, so I hope some people are still interested. If I get reviews, I promise for a quicker update in the future! Any questions email me at:
And to the person who suggested naming the last chapter "Greaser", I would but I don't know how to. Also to the other person who asked, last chapter wasn't a memory, it was really happening...Thanks & Enjoy!
Chapter Title: It's been over a year since I've updated, and I still don't have titles for my chapters…
The sound of the sirens brought the concussed body to come back into consciousness. All he could see was the white ceiling that seemed oh-so familiar to him. He tried to remember why it was so recognizable—but it hurt to think so he just lay silent.
"Pony?" An angelic voice soothed him. "Ponyboy, are you awake now? Oh gosh, Pony!" He couldn't place the voice. He didn't know who it was, but he liked it, he just wanted to go back asleep and listen to that voice forever. Pony opened his mouth to speak, but he found it nearly impossible to. With each breathe he took, he felt more and more tired. He wanted to go back asleep.
"Pony." It was the angelic voice again. "Don't close your eyes, don't go back asleep. You'll go into a coma, they say, if you go back to sleep." How could this voice be telling him not to, when at the same time it begged him to? "You've got to listen kid. You can't go back to sleep. Just listen to me. Please."
He was angry at himself, why couldn't he place that voice—why couldn't he put a name to that voice. He tried to think, but again it hurt too much.
"We're almost there, just stay up for another few minutes. Darry will meet us at the hospital. Oh gosh Pony, oh gosh!"
Yes, he knew who Darry was. Darry was his oldest brother; he had iceberg eyes and a chiseled body.
"Ponyboy, do you know what happened?"
"N-n-n-o" came a dry whisper from the young boy sitting on the bed as the ambulance pulled into the hospital's parking lot.
"Pony," the voice paused, and the gallantness in the voice was replaced with fear, when it began to speak again, "Do you—do you know who I am?"
"N-n-n-o" he coughed out.
Darry ran into the hospital, he remembered doing this a year ago. When Johnny, Pony and Dally had all saved those kids, the gang was a little shaken up, but everyone ended up being okay.
"Ponyboy Curtis" Darry told the nurse at the desk, "Where is he?"
"Room 34"
"Thanks"
So it's way short, but I'll write later. Thanks for reading!