Hey I'm back and I thank everyone who followed and favorited this story already even though I'm only two chapters in! This is probably going to be a shorter chapter but the next one will be longer.

I don't own Outsiders

Dally's POV

It was a few weeks full of struggles for Johnny. It was painful for me to see him hurting, but it was more painful for him to be the one in physical pain. He started to get better over time, and he even smiled sometimes when I would bring the gang to see him. I loved seeing how his eyes lit up when we told him stories and I even stayed once when Ponyboy started reading Gone With the Wind to Johnny again. Ponyboy was especially happier than usual because his best friend wasn't dead after all. There was even a day where he and Johnny could almost hug each other without Johnny hissing in pain from any of his injuries. His smiles were more genuine and he seemed truly happy for once in his life. He could laugh easier and it brought a smile to my face for once.

But he still couldn't feel anything below his lower back. We knew he might never get that feeling back ever again. He had finally been able to sleep in an actual bed instead of whatever torture machine thing they put him in before. The other thing had scared me and it certainly scared Ponyboy. Everyone just tried not to talk about it, especially in front of Johnny. There were times where I would think about how Johnny would be able to cope in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. I didn't like to think about it. It would make him even more harmless if that was even possible and it would be easier for the Socs to hurt him. It wasn't just the Socs that I was worried about, I was scared about the day he would be able to be sent home. That would mean war for us and even more unnecessary pain for Johnny that shouldn't ever have been spoken of.

"Dally?" I broke out of my thoughts to listen to Johnny's voice calling me.

"Yeah?" I rubbed my eyes in a desperate attempt to get those bad thoughts out of my head and turned all of my attention to Johnny.

"You okay?" Johnny asked, his voice soft and quiet like it usually was. His eyes had a look of concern in them and he even looked sad.

"Yeah. Don't worry about me kid, we should be worrying about you now," I sighed, leaning forward and resting my elbows on my knees. Johnny just nodded and looked down at his hands. I started to instantly regret the last part of what I said cause he probably didn't want to be thinking about what could happen in the future. "Sorry, kid," I murmured quietly, those words feeling foreign on my tongue.

"S'okay," Johnny sighed and looked up at me, a small smile on his face. I returned the smile before looking at the ground wondering whether to bring up a subject that I've been wanting to discuss with him or not.

We sat in silence for a while and I watched as his eyes closed and fluttered open and repeated. I felt like he didn't care that I was watching him even though I knew that he knew I was watching him. Johnny lied there, staring at the wall and occasionally looking at his hands and then the ground. I started to feel awkward and I was pretty sure that Johnny was too. I just wanted to talk to him but for once I didn't know what to say.

"Um, Dally?" Johnny whispered, looking up at me with his big dark eyes.

"Yeah? What's the matter?" I asked, glad for there to be an actual conversation going on to break the strange silence.

"You said something, before I woke up a few weeks ago," Johnny started slowly, as if he was nervous about what he wanted to say. Johnny always sounded nervous when he spoke but how his voice was at that time was different.

"What about it?" I leaned towards him, urging him to keep talking.

"You…" Johnny started. He was interrupted when Sodapop, Ponyboy and Two-Bit walked in and stopped our conversation. Johnny looked from the boys and back to me and I could tell he was uncomfortable.

"How you doing kid?" Sodapop asked, watching me and Johnny but paying more attention to Johnny. I felt like Sodapop knew about my thing for Johnny but I was never quite sure.

"Fine," Johnny said quietly as usual.

"Dally, when did you get here?" Two-Bit laughed, pretending like he didn't notice I was there. Ponyboy rolled his eyes and sat in another chair that was near Johnny's bed.

"Dumbass," I mumbled to myself even though I was pretty sure everyone heard me.

"Speak for yourself," Two-Bit laughed, receiving a punch in the arm from Soda.

I started to slowly drown out everyone's voices and started to focus on what was going on inside my head. I was so sure that Johnny had begun to talk about what I said when I thought he was dead. I was positive. I knew that the gang had realized that I was in my own world and something was wrong with me. I could feel their eyes burning through me but I didn't really care. I caught eye contact with Johnny every once in a while but they continued to talk and laugh. I joined their conversations and laughs every once in a while too, just so I didn't seem too out of the ordinary.

But I couldn't get Johnny's words out of my head. What would happen the next day? I wanted to know what he was going to say even though I already knew.

As I said, it was short but it got things going between Johnny and Dally. The next chapter will probably be longer. The next chapter will be better, I think you'll like the next one! *hint hint* I also wanted to get Johnny out of that death trap that he was in during his hospital scenes in the movie. They made me really sad and yeah I understand why he was in that death trap but I cry every time I see him in it so I changed it since in this story he was getting better. Dally and Johnny are my favs and I love them both. Okay I love Dally a bit more but I still love Johnny too. Anyway, please review!