Ponyboy's POV (January, 1968) "Two-Bit, I swear, if you don't shut up I will come over there and personally beat the tar outta you." "Try it, hop along," Two-Bit sassed. I glared. There really wasn't much wrestling I could get into while I was still on crutches. Maybe once I got my boot on I would be able to kick his butt. The doctor told me I would get out of this stupid cast in four more weeks, but then I would be in a walking boot for three more weeks. Stupid Soc. Actually, stupid Two-Bit. He. Would. Not. Shut. Up. I groaned loudly. I had piles of homework to catch up on, an entire book to read for English by the end of this week, and a math test to study for. On top of all of that, my head was pounding and it felt like it was on fire. I thought I might be …show more content…
Just opening my eye took too much energy. Energy I didn't have. "Soda," I groaned, unable to hide the pain anymore. "It hurts." "I knows it does, baby. Two-Bit, we need to get him to the hospital." "Do you think you can stand?" Two-Bit asked me, but his voice sounded far away. "No," everything was coming out in just a groan of pain. I couldn't even move my head. All of a sudden I felt the world move from beneath me, and I felt warmth radiating off someone. I think Soda had given up and just decided to carry me to the car. "You need to put some weight on, kid," I heard Sodapop mumble. I tried to respond, but I was too tired. I never felt anyone put me in the truck; I just fell right asleep, too exhausted to care anymore. Sodapop's POV (January, 1968) My leg bounced wildly. I had every nail on my hand bit down until they were almost bleeding. I had drank three Pepsi's and eaten two candy bars just for something to do, and we had only been waiting an hour. Sixty minutes of pure torture, not knowing what was wrong with my baby brother or if he was going to be
I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
I slowly wake up, and it must have been hours later. I looked down and my leg was gone. I could feel a searing pain rush through my body. My leg was bandaged up around the cut, but I could still imagine how it looked. Blood was dripping from the bandages. I could not take it anymore. Right there I shut my eyes, and never again were they opened. My family was traumatized at my death.
I woke up the very next day, feeling rested, yet startled from the recent day. I usually wake up fine, but only if I awaken naturally. If anyone or anything wakes me up, you can almost guarantee I'll be at least a bit cranky. A few hours later, I checked the time, and it was 12:07 in the morning...
There is a hero in us all. A hero is someone who risks their own life to save or do good for others. Ponyboy is a hero because he risked his life to save children from a burning church. Johnny is a hero even though he killed someone it was to save his friend’s life but he also saved children from a burning church. Dally has been arrested, picks fights, and drinks, but when it comes to the people he is close with he has his soft spots for them. All bad boys have a good side.
It dawned on me that I couldn’t be moved because the pain was too great, and I had already lost so much blood that it would be a matter of time before I would lose too much. I had finally come to realization with my
“Get the doc now!” Mother shrieked. Bump, crash, bang, the stretcher carried my lifeless body down a populous hall. “Get and I-V now! Heart beats are slowing, we may need resuscitation, get me the shocks now!” “Oh my lord, no please don’t take my boy lord! Not now…” My mom snuffled. *Whimpers and cries”
I felt pressure on my body as if the air pushed it down and the blood fluid up to my forehead and ripped my veins, it is the most painful experience I’ve ever had. My face started twitching and my hands started shivering. That was all I remembered
They pushed us into a big white room and I began to blink because the light hurt
The rest was a blur. I felt nothing. It was just as if I was asleep. I
“Ezra? Ezra…?” Her voice started to morph and change into a very familiar sound; Rose’s voice. He briefly opened eyes
I showed up at the hospital about thirty minutes later. I was so scared and did not know what to expect. I did not know if my father was dead, ...
...rt. I could taste real blood leaking out of my mouth. A bolt of lightning jolted every nerve within me and an aggravating pain caused me to collapse. I was shaking and by eyes bulged out as a sharp pain forced its way through every nerve and vessel in my body. My brain was closing; I knew this was the end. My intestines felt as though they were being ripped into thin strips and blood was gushing out of me like a fountain. My ribs were being crushed into powder and a cold air entered my half open body freezing every part of me, every cell, and every drop of blood. I was iced until I suddenly froze. My eyes were still open and I could still see a little. They went. They disappeared. They ran like the wind, rushed like the waves and vanished into thin air.
OUCH! My leg crippled with pain. I tried to shuffle my way to the window, but it was excruciating. As my senses kicked back in, I felt pains shooting up and down my body. Peering down at my hands I screamed. My hands were covered in cold, congealed blood.
Suddenly I awake at the noise of sirens and people yelling my name. Where am I? Those words radiate out my thoughts but never touching my lips. Panic engulfs me, but I am restricted to the stretcher. “Are you ok?” said the paramedic. I am dazed, confused, and barely aware of my surroundings. Again “Yes, I am fine” races from my thoughts down to my mouth, but nothing was heard. Then, there was darkness.
Oh, so Antonio was there in the room with me and Ultima! If I could have answered I would have said “good” because I could breathe steadily now. I was like that for a couple more hours until I felt a burst of energy and sat straight up in bed. It was a weird sensation almost like I was back from the dead. I screamed as in torture and felt my eyes open wide and screamed again in pain. Why was this pain continuing so long and so strong? But at least Ultima was by my side making sure I would not fall of my bed. I felt my body spasm uncontrollably. Without even realizing it I said “Dios Mio!” and then threw up some sort of green bile and a huge ball of hair. I felt disgusting and I could see it on the floor wiggling. I clutched the edge of my bed and even though I felt very weak and I was sweating, I knew that I was alive and hoped that Ultima had managed to cure me. And I fell back