Hey everyone, so don't hate me because I know it's been a very long time since I last updated but I've been really busy with work and school. But I'm here to update so I hope you like it!

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In the ER

"Okay give me a temperature." commanded Dr. Kras. For her, there was something important about this case. It was probably how young the boy was but also how much family and love he was surrounded by. She didn't want the family to lose Ponyboy because she knew it was devastate them.

"102.3", replied a nurse

"Good, replace the bags of ice with fresh ice, his temp. still isn't where I want it."

The commotion of ER room 6 was never ending and it would stay that way for another hour.

"Temp. at 99.2 doctor." A nurse said.

Dr. Kras nodded, "Okay prep him for surgery. I'm going to inform the family."

Waiting room

Not one the guys were staying still. Two-bit was playing with his switchblade, inconspicuously of course. Dally was smoking a cancer stick, as was Johnny.

However, Soda, Darry and Steve were the most impatient of the bunch. Steve was pacing back and forth along the length of the waiting room. Soda was bouncing his leg and continually studying the clock. Darry's foot was keeping rhythm to a beat that no one could follow.

The door opened to reveal Dr. Kras walking towards them. As if on cue the guys all gathered around the woman.

"Ponyboy's fever is down to 99.2 and I have him being prepped for surgery. We will be taking him in about 10 minutes and it should be around a 2 hour surgery."

"Is he gonna be okay doc?" Steve asked.

The doctor sighed, "I can not give you a definite answer at the moment but I'm hopeful."

With that said Dr. Kras left and went to perform the surgery.

Two and a half hours later

"It's already been longer then two hours." Soda said; worry flowing freely in his voice.

Darry sighed, "He'll be okay Pepsi-cola. He's a Curtis."

The whole gang nodded once again. After another hour passed Dr. Kras came back, with a grave look on her face. Almost immediately Soda began to cry.

Darry was the first one to act. "Is he…will he be…" Darry was choking up and it was a tough site for the gang to see.

Dr. Kras sighed, "He's stable right now, but unfortunately he has slipped into a coma. Although it's a light coma, so I'm hopeful he should regain consciousness soon. His arm had extensive damage; we had to use screws and plates to align the arm. He should regain full use of his arm though."

"So he'll be okay?" Johnny asked shyly. He may be the quietest but Pony was his best buddy.

Dr. Kras sighed once more, "Pony seems to have contracted an infection as a result of his arm. We are giving him antibiotics but he doesn't seem to be responding. I wanted to seek permission to try a new antibiotic. It's only been tested a few times because it's fairly new, but I think it's your best option."

Darry nodded, "Do what you have to."

2 days later

The kid still hasn't woken up yet, but they say he's doing a lot better. He still looks like shit to me. This kid has me so worried though. Who would've guessed that I, Steve Randall would care so much about the kid?

It was just me at the moment with Ponyboy, because Darry dragged Soda to the cafeteria to eat. The rest of the gang tagged along, but I offered to stay with the kid.

"You know Pony, you should wake up soon, Everyone's real worried about you…including me."

I was met by silence which was what I expected. However a few minutes later I felt a small movement in the bed. I jumped up and smiled. Pony was looking around real confused but I didn't care he was awake!

"Glory kid, bout time you woke up."

Pony's eyes focused on me and he smiled a little.

"Thanks Steve." He croaked.

"For what?" I asked, clearly confused.

He moved a little, but he must not have realized his broken arm because he hissed with pain.

"Shit kid. Your arm is broken up real bad, be careful." I reprimanded.

Pony chuckled a little, "Thanks for the input. Thanks for helping me out back there I'd be dead if it weren't for you. And I never got to tell ya, you dig okay."

I smirked and stood, "I better get your brothers and doctor, Soda'll be glad your awake, everyone will be."

Pony looked thoughtful, "You too?" he asked innocently.

I decided to let my guard down, "Yea me too."

I left the room and retrieved Pony's doctor. I got the gang too, and soon everyone was in the room. After another week in the hospital Pony was released. We returned home a day before we needed to return to work.

Ponyboy had to keep the cast on his arm for about 2 months, and ever since the tornado both Ponyboy and Steve have gotten along real well. Steve began to hang out with Pony, even when Soda wasn't around. They became good buddies, and vowed never to travel to Kansas again.

END

Well I know it was a sudden ending but I have a new story plot forming. It will be a jump off of this story and it will showcase their relationship. It'll probably be a one-shot. Look for it soon; I'll begin writing it as soon as possible. I hope you liked it.