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"Surgery?"Darry asked, his mind going over exactly where they could even hold a surgery in this tent. Every nook and cranny seemed filled to capacity. Moans drifted out of the tent while trails of blood littered the ground mixing in with the soil. Used up bandages draped over chairs and screams of sudden pain would suddenly waft from the back. It looked like hell was coming to life.

Soda only nodded, his eyes spilling over with tears. He lost it. More then lost it, Soda was in complete denial about what was happening. It wasn't something Soda could shake off and if they thought Ponyboy's nightmares were bad, Soda's nightmares from this one event will make them look like cutie teddy bears.

"Where?"Darry demanded his arms gripping Soda leaving faint bruises in the process. Soda just stared blankly at Darry's face his brain not processing anything around him. "God-dammit Soda where is Ponyboy?"

With no answer, Darry finally let him go. Soda dropped to the floor his eyes never leaving the ground. Unsteadily, Darry ran his hand through his hair letting out a deep sigh of frustration.

"Darry," Two-Bit hesitantly stated, "Pone's in the tenth row in the back, but-" he placed his hands against Darry's chest lightly pushing him back, "I wouldn't go in there yet, cause right now the doctors with him and.."Two-bit rambled on trying to stall Darry from going back. Even if it resulted with a punch in the face, Darry just couldn't go back there.

Two-Bit, after leaving Steve alone to face the surgery, felt like a complete ass. He silently pumped himself up as he walked farther away from Ponyboy's cot to turn around and walk back to help. At the tent's flap Two-Bit actually turned around and walked back. He shouldn't have. He really should have walked out and felt ashamed for ditching because the things he was about to see were going to be engraved in his brain for life.

When Two-Bit went back, the doctor had started to unravel Dally's bandages covering Ponyboy's legs.. Skin flapped open as blood ran out. Layers of tissue could be seen and if you looked close enough, white bone stuck through. Two-Bit really shouldn't have gone back. But he did and with it came a price.

"Two-Bit I swear if you don't shut the hell up I'm gonna," Darry threatened while he took a step forward pushing Two-Bit back in the process. Push, step. Push, step. Two-Bit could clearly see where this was going, he wasn't gonna win

"Darry, come on man, I'm begging ya. You don't want to go back there and see what's going on. Seriou-" Two-Bit suddenly cut off due to the hand covering his mouth. Dally.

Dally moved his head towards the tent urging Darry on. "See for yourself." Was all he said.

The tent flaps opening was their only response

…..

"Darry?" Steve asked as he repositioned Ponyboy's legs to fit more comfortable on the cot. "Shit Dar, it's good to see ya," Steve commented in obvious relief.

Darry at this point couldn't care less about Steve. His eyes were only on one person, Pone.

Ponyboy was lying on his stomach. A cut about the entire width of his back was sewed up as best as possible, although, it still pulsed an angry red and occasionally drips of blood would leak out. His legs, had to be the worse, they were torn to pieces. Yellow colored bandages wrapped around his legs starting at his ankle until the very start of his hip. In places dark splotches of blood where already showing through. Small cuts ran up his arms already mixing in with the scars from his child hood car accident. Pone's eyes were shut tight and Darry did not know if it was because he was passed out unconscious or just asleep. Ponyboy's face, which Darry thanked the heavens for, appeared to have little damage except the years old scars already crisscrossing over it. In all honest truth Ponyboy looked like he came back from the dead. Barley.

Darry just stood there. "Are you gonna get the rest of the guys?"Dar finally choked out.

"Yeah Dar. I was just finishing up then I was coming to get you guys," Steve said as he rubbed his hair back in exhaustion. Yawing Steve added, "I wouldn't forget…. but hell Darry, I'm really glad to see you."

Dar nodded, he was glad to see them, all of them alive. Darry grabbed the closest chair and sat down, for now all Darry could do, was wait.

…..

"My God," Soda breathed as he took in the first sight of his brother after surgery. Unknown to him tears started to leak out of his eyes.

"Come on man, "Steve started patting Soda on the back, "He looks a hell of a lot better than he did awhile back."

"Yeah," Soda shakily said as he wiped the tears out of his eyes, "Yeah, he does."

…

Soda leaned over rubbing his hand against Ponyboy's head once more. They had been in the tent for hours and still the doctor had not shown. Darry still sat hadn't moved from the chair, while Soda sat on the ground by Ponyboy's head. Meanwhile, Dally had actually gotten checked out up front, but must have had something wrong with him because he did not return yet. Darry worry was growing for Dally and he was about five seconds away from going to look for him.

Steve was outside, steadying his nerves, as he smoked a kool. Chit-chatting with Tim, Steve got the news about what was happening in the town and really it wasn't much…. Everything was ruined. Two-Bit, once seeing Pone after the surgery, had went to go see if he could find his own little family. That was two hours ago and still no sign of the knub-knuts around.

"Shit," Soda murmured under his breath, his chest giving a painful twang. His side was killing him. When they had been lifting Pone over the wall of garbage Soda had scraped against a rusted piece of metal. He was pretty sure he had gotten his tetanus shot once but he didn't know when he got it. Soda lifted up he's T-shirt only to be face to face with an ugly jagged line. It wasn't bleeding but hurt like hell. Soda winced sucking in a breath, but then shushed himself because Soda was the least of his worries. He didn't want to be checked out because leaving Pone's side was not an option at the moment. What if he woke up and Soda wasn't there to comfort him? This was one of the reasons he wouldn't leave but the main reason was he was chicken-shit….Chicken-shit. Soda buried his face in Pony's hair and took a deep breath, and shuddered as his side gave another painful twang.

…

For all Two-bit knew his mother and sister were dead. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't believe that he had just left them go take care of Ponyboy. What kind of big brother am I? First he leaves his mother and sister to go fend for themselves, then he freaks out at Pone's surgery, and now he can't even remember were his house is…or was.

He stared up at the street sign that claimed this was Pinco Street. Squinting in the harsh afternoon light he wondered ifthis street sign was even suppose to be there? It was bending at in awkward angle and if Two-bit tilted his head just right it looked like it might not be even connected to the concrete, Two-bit groaned. Digging his way through the pile of debris at his feet he came across a hand, then moving away paper, in arm, and finally head.

Two-bits breath whooshed out of him

….

"God-dammit," Dally grumbled glaring at the doctor next to him. "Fuck this shit, I'm out of here." Pushing his legs over the side Dally attempted to stand up.

"Sir, I wouldn't do that," the red head intern said next to him.

Dally's response was his middle finger in the air, "Fuck this, I don't need surgery."

…..

To Pone the world was now dark.

Not the dark were he knew he was awake and just couldn't see, but the suffocating, pressing dark that just seemed to consume him.

"Hello?" Ponyboy questioned, not remembering if he heard a voice before or not.

"Hellooooo?" He said again.

Pone waited.

And then he heard it.

Another greeting coming right behind him.

Ponyboy turned around and came face to face with a mirror.

He cupped his hand over his mouth and yelled to it.

The mirror boy's eyes widened a little then shattered.

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