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Ponyboy's POV

I was unsure what happened and why everything hurt so much. I heard a voice in the distance, but it wasn't placeable. I struggled to hear what it was saying to me.

"…Die… My fault... Leave… love you," I struggled to put the words together. It's my fault for leaving? I wondered. Maybe it wants me to leave.I felt something squeeze my hand comfortingly. I tried to squeeze, but only got a twitch out of my hand. I think he felt it anyway.

I stopped straining to hear and let the tiredness lull me deeper into the black hole that seemed to be always present.

X

When I woke up next time I saw Darry. I remembered everything he said and I winced as if I was slapped.

"What hurts, Ponyboy?" He asked worriedly.

"Nothing," I told him. He asked again and I replied in a cold voice.

"Not any part of my body, but what you said last hurt more than getting hit by Tim's car."

His face fell. I remembered him apologizing, but I was too stubborn to see that it hurt him to say those things to me.

Darkness started to swirl around me. I was so scared to go to sleep that I suddenly forgave him. I wanted to tell him that too. I hoped he knew it because my mouth wasn't cooperating with me.

I finally slurred out a whispered sorry before the feared darkness was able to overcome my body and I slept.

Darry's POV

"Sh'rry," Ponyboy slurred. Happiness swelled through me.

"I am so sorry too," I whispered to his sleeping figure before lying down in the cots laid out for us and slept peacefully.

A/N: I almost left it there, but that was too short so I will continue and finish it up.

(Flashback) (Darry's POV) (Doctor: Bold Darry: normal Darry's thoughts: italics)

"Ponyboy is very lucky to be alive. He has three broken ribs, a broken arm, a concussion, a piece of rusty metal cut his back, he has about twenty stitches in his back and head, and he had a tetanus shot."

I wanted to collapse and cry right there. I did this to him. I chased him away. I whispered to Sodapop to call the gang and tell them.

"Thank you, Doctor Preston. May we see him now?"

"You may. He is in room 732 and will probably not wake up for a little while, and if he does he won't be very clear."

I would have to wait to apologize. The familiar feeling of wanted to cry surged through me, but I knew I couldn't in front of Soda. I grabbed Soda and Johnny, who Soda had called to come here, and took them to the hospital room.

(Present time) (A week later) (release day)

Sodapop's POV

Everything was going to be okay now, I hoped. Ponyboy was being released, they both apologized, and no one was sick.

Darry signed the release papers with his chicken scratch, and I helped Ponyboy get dressed. He didn't want to admit it, but he was still pretty shaky and tired.

He sat in the despised wheelchair without much complaint. I think he was too tired for that.

Ha got into the car and I wrapped my arm around him.

"Love you, little bro," I whispered. "You too Darry."

"Love you too," Ponyboy whispered through a yawn. Darry echoed the same with a smile.

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