Life Choices 2: Forming Bonds | By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 2857 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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… (Brief Recap) As soon as the police officer left Curly walked over beside Dallas watching as the ambulance drove off. "It was Justin, Tosh, and Ponyboy wasn't it?" Curly asked quietly his leg twitching anxiously. "…Yeah," Was all Dallas said in response with not with the slightest bit of emotion on his face. For the first in about twelve years, Curly Shepard felt like crying. (End Recap) (General POV) Curly hated hospitals, everything about the place annoyed him. The government paid people, the patients, and the air of place just seemed completely off to him. He didn't even think they were that useful to be honest, all the injuries he's ever sustained he always just walked off. He never appreciated hospitals at all. Until today that is. "How long do these things take?" Curly grunted pacing in the waiting room impatiently, "It feels like we've been here for hours." There were a couple of other people there, who he was somewhat disturbing, but Curly really didn't care at the moment. All he cared about was one, more like two people, right now. "Keep your panties on," Dally snorted sitting down in a chair and surprisingly being patient, "it shouldn't take the doc too much longer." "He should have been out here already," Curly stated pretty much ignoring what Dally said, "it doesn't take this long to find out if someone is dead." Dally reached up from his seat to smack to the curly haired hood on the head. "What the hell?" Curly hissed. "Stop being such a drama queen," Dally snapped flopping back down in his seat, "let the men in white coats do their job, you want them speed up whatever there doing and fuck everything up." Curly huffed, not stopping his pacing, but did shut his mouth. "Did you call there folks?" Dally asked after a while digging in his pockets for a cigarette, not that it would make any difference in this place. Curly looked over at him briefly while continuing to pace. "I called Ponyboy's brothers, but I don't know Justin's number," Curly confessed. Despite everything, this managed to bring a grin onto his face as he thought of the overprotective Curtis brothers. "You think I'm being overdramatic, just wait until the Curtis brothers show up," Curly told him eagerly. Dally rolled his eyes knowing pretty much how this was going to go, all of it pointing to him getting attacked. "And speak of the pain in the asses," Curly said looking pointedly at the entrance of the waiting room. Darry and Sodapop had just torn into the hospital like they were both being chased by a mass murderer. Behind them you could see Steve and Two-Bit running up behind, although at a less panicked pace. "Where is Ponyboy?" Sodapop asked frantically shaking Curly shoulders, "Where's my little brother?" "Cool your jets Sodacan-" "Don't tell me to cool my jets Shepard," Sodapop yelled his eyes looking slightly unfocused, "you're the one that called us and said he was hurt and in the hospital." "Soda stop," Darry ordered beside him, panicking was not going to get them anywhere. Sodapop turned and looked like he wanted to argue but knew better than to defy Darry when he was like this. He reluctantly let go of Curly who straightened his clothes out. Calmly, the eldest Curtis brother walked over to a nurse and asked her on the status of his youngest brother. "Oh, so you are Ponyboy's brothers," The nurse nodded checking her charts. Then she started to walk off, "I'll go get the doctor, I will just be second." "Thank you," Darry said gesturing for Sodapop and the rest of the gang to take a seat. In comfort, Steve put a hand on Sodapop's shoulder which was received gratefully. True to the nurse's word, the doctor only kept the gang waiting for about five minutes before he arrived. Darry, Sodapop, and Curly stood up immediately for the news. "You must be the Curtis', I'm doctor Bhand," The doctor gave them all a comforting smile and shook their hands. "Is he alive?" Sodapop couldn't stop himself from asking first. "Oh yes, your little brother is indeed alive," Dr. Bhand reassured him. Curly let out a sigh of relief he didn't even know he was holding in. He could feel his heart rate going back to a semi normal pace now, it had been moving at the pace of a jack hammer ever since he stepped into the waiting room. "Ponyboy is a very lucky young man," Dr. Bhand told them looking down at his charts, "despite his throat being slit and a couple of minor injuries on his body he will be just fine." "Whoa, whoa," Two-Bit held up his hands for the doctor to stop, "slit throat. The kid survived getting his throat slit?" "Yes he did," Dr. Bhand acknowledged, "apparently while the knifer did target Ponyboy's neck, hit didn't slice deep enough to hit his jugular vein. If that major artery had been attacked Ponyboy would be dead right now." That's my babe, Curly thought to himself proudly. Only he could not only live through a knifing, but a slit throat to. "Can we see him?" Darry questioned. "He's asleep right now," Dr. Bhand answered, "but he is fully patched up so you could visit for a moment." Darry and Sodapop nodded ready to go in to see him right now. "What about Justin?" Curly couldn't help himself but ask. He was more concerned about the kid than he thought. Dr. Bhand sighed turning the page on his chart. "That poor young man got hit pretty hard as well," Dr. Bhand said downheartedly, "his arm was broken and he has several bruises on his body. However, he should be able to recover pretty well. He actually is awake if you want to see him." "I will," Curly volunteered himself knowing that Darry and Sodapop were going to be in Ponyboy's room gushing over him. Not that he was going to be any better, but he preferred his gushing to be private. "Alright," Dr. Bhand pointed to down the hall, "both of them are on the first couple of doors to the left." "And the puppy, Tosh?" Curly felt like he was being a pain asking all these questions but he couldn't help himself. Who could forget about Tosh? Dr. Bhand just smiled at him looking like he understood where he was coming from. "Tosh, as you call him, is at the Animal Hospital down the street," Dr. Bhand informed them, "I was told that it was rib injury for him but nothing too lastingly severe. But they do need someone to go over and sign some paper work for him." "I'll do it," Two-Bit shrugged standing up, "it's going to be nothing but a family love fest in Ponyboy's room anyway." "Thank you Two-Bit," Sodapop said gratefully before running off to Ponyboy's room, with Darry and Steve behind. Curly looked over at Dally and gave him a look. "Aren't you going to check up on somebody?" Curly asked. Dally just shrugged. "I'm just here to sit and look badass." Curly just rolled his eyes and walked to Justin's room. That guy couldn't be more annoying if he tried, Curly thought to himself. … "Ponyboy," Sodapop shouted running into his brother's room. Steve had stayed outside the room, knowing this was a Curtis moment. "Sodapop, don't shout this is a hospital," Darry berated his brother walking up behind him calmly. Both Curtis' saw their little baby brother on his hospital bed looking bruised and beat up terribly. His face looked to be a couple different shades of black and blue, along with the small, but still visible scratches on him. There were several patches on his body but the biggest thing they saw was the cast on his neck, it seemed to have the task of keeping Ponyboy's head in place and protecting it at the same time. "Why? Why?" Sodapop kept repeated broken heartedly. Almost as if he had no control over legs, he fell down on the chair next to his little brother. It psychically hurt Sodapop to see Ponyboy like this, his stomach was tying itself in knots, and his heart felt like it was trying to beat out of his chest. The only thing that seemed to stop him from breaking down right now was the sound of his brother breathing through his nose, signifying to him that he would be alright, they he would be able to get through all of this, somehow. Darry was faring no better but he was naturally more reserved, it was just how Darry was. Standing in front of the bed with his arms crossed he looked over every single injury his brother had, wanting to know just what hell Ponyboy was put through so he can put the guy who did this to him through the same hell. Darry had never thought of killing someone before, but it was the first thing on his mind now. "Did the doctor say when he was going to wake up?" Sodapop asked not taking his eyes of his little brothers face. "No," Darry answered silently. Now that the he thought about it he really should have asked him about that. "I'll go check and see," Darry said turning for the door having more on his mind than seeing the doctor at the moment. "Darry," The elder Curtis brother froze as he heard the seriousness in Sodapop's voice, "when you go for the guy that did this, you better come get me." Darry smirked opening the door. "I wouldn't dare leave you out Soda." … "What's happening pain in the ass?" Curly asked opening the door to find Justin lying on his bed, not looking particularly in pain, but certainly tired. Stuffing his hands in his pockets Curly strolled toward him. "Curly?" Justin asked as if he was unsure who he was. "I'm not your grandpa, midget," Curly smirked leaning on the on wall in front of the Justin. "What happened?" Justin asked looking a bit dazed before it seemed everything came back to him, "Are Ponyboy and Tosh okay?" Normally Curly would take this time to taunt and berate the kid for his worries, but given the circumstances he decided to have mercy on the defenseless child, this time. "Babe got a little roughed up," Curly didn't really think Justin could bear to hear the rough details, "but he's fine and in the other room. You know Tosh is a trooper, he's okay." Justin seemed relieved now, but he still looked concerned about something. "He was after Ponyboy," Justin said softly, "I tried my best to help but I was too weak to do anything." "He?" Curly stood up from the wall to attention. He had been so concerned about everyone that he didn't even think about the attacker. Now that that man was brought to his attention though, thoughts of revenge were running through his head. Justin nodded his eyes brewing with tears. "It was the same guy from your house, the one that tried to attack Ponyboy last time." Curly could feel his blood run cold. His hands clenched in his pockets as he bit his lip in order not to shout out in rage. It was that asshole? It was that Wild Dog guy, or whatever the hell he called himself? Tim's friend? No words could describe the amount of anger the curly haired hood felt at the moment. He couldn't believe that…that…freak of a man showed up again! "He'll pay," Curly swore his fingers clenching so hard that they were breaking the skin of his hand. "I'm sorry Curly," Justin sniffled flinched as he tried to move his broken arm to his face, he just settled from one to cry into. "You're sorry?" Curly raised an eyebrow at him briefly storing away his anger for a much better time, "What are you sorry for?" "I didn't help at all," Justin proclaimed tearfully, "I couldn't do anything to help Ponyboy, all that guy did is throw me off him. I couldn't protect my friend." Curly sighed to himself looking around awkwardly. He was hoping that one of the Curtis brothers would show up and give one of their famous inspirational speeches, but he knew that they were busy at the moment. Let's just hope Curly learned something from them. "Look kid," Curly tried to think carefully about what to say, for once. "none of this shit was your fault alright." "B-But…But-" "Shut up," Curly snapped cutting off Justin's incessant rambling. He mumbled to himself, "Interrupt my damn inspirational speech." Justin looked at him teary eyed with a combination of confusion and shock. "The guy was twice your age, twice you size, and had a fucking knife," Curly reminded him bluntly, "there was no way you were going to do anything to him, there was just no way it would happen." "You think so?" Justin asked meekly whipping his tears on his sleeve. "It's a fact brat," Curly told him with a smirk, "and anyway it took some serious balls to even go anywhere near that guy anyway, most greasers would have ran." "Most greasers?" Justin's eye lit up as he thought of himself being on par with a greaser in terms of bravery. "Sure," Curly nodded teasingly before walking over to the kid and clasping a hand on his shoulder, "so congrats on finally growing some balls kid! I knew you had it in you. Let's hope you can keep it up." Justin huffed shrugging off hoods hand, Curly was snickering at him. The hood was walking to the door, he didn't feel any need to be here anymore and he had some other business to attend to. "Curly," Justin called out before he made it all the way out the room. Curly turned back to him, his eyes blank. "Thanks," Justin blushed as he tried to find the right words to say, "for cheering me up, you've never been that nice to me before." "Hm, don't get us to it," was all Curly said before left the room closing the door shut. Curly walked back into the hallway to immediately see, Dallas and Darry having some kind of low voiced discussion/argument. He decided to stay put and listen from where he was, he didn't want to miss out on any information. "Look Winston, I know you know who did it," Darry folded his arms with a firm gaze, "and I want payback." "What makes you think I know?" Dally questioned not looking intimidated in the slightest. Darry grabbed Dally by the collar of his shirt bringing them face to face. "Don't play stupid with me Winston," Darry warned him looking enraged, "You think I'm dumb enough to believe that you just happened to show up Ponyboy was getting attacked?" "I was hoping you would to save me the drama," Dally chuckled ripping Darry's arms off him and straightening out his shirt. "If you got Ponyboy into anymore shit-" "It wasn't any new shit, it was the same shit," Dally shrugged his eyes portraying nothing, "Asshole wanted payback for his drugs and went to get it the hard way." Darry cast a wary look at Dallas. "So you came here to-" "Stop him," Dally finished for him sitting back in his chair, "but I couldn't find him until…he was at the alley." Darry sighed running a hand through his own hair. For once in his life he didn't know what to do at the moment. He desperately wanted payback, preferably through Dally, but unfortunately the blond hood isn't directly the blame for all of this, not to mention he save Ponyboy's life. "Did you leave him alive?" Darry asked not knowing whether he wanted the answer to positive or negative. Dally shrugged leaving Darry and Curly to give him confused looks. How do you not know you killed somebody? "I was pulled off him while I was in the middle of kicking his ass," Dally argued for himself, "and the police took him away before I could check him out." "Why didn't the cops take you to jail?" Darry asked curiously. In any other situation a greaser was put to jail with little to no questions asked. "I don't know," Dally admitted, "they asked a group of people what happened before they went to me, I guess some people covered for me because they saw me go into the alleyway after hearing Ponyboy yelling." Curly winced from his position in the hallway. The reminder of Ponyboy being in pain caused his previously repressed anger to surface once again. Just now feeling eyes on him, Dally silently turned and saw Curly standing in the middle of the hallway. While the blond hood seemed interested in the enraged look on his face, he didn't care enough to check on him. "Alright," Darry sighed not knowing what else to say sitting down on hospital's couch next to Dally. Darry ran a hand through his hair, frustrated that he couldn't do anything at the moment and when he couldn't do anything his mind immediately went to bills. He hated thinking about this when he just came from seeing his brother but he couldn't help it, he was the one that had to think about these kinds of things. Darry definitely knows that he can pay for Ponyboy's bill, he's smart, he's always keeps some money stash away for just such an occasion. The problem arises with Tosh because he doesn't know if he can afford whatever they need to help that dog out. Darry knows how much Ponyboy loves that puppy and realizes how much he means to him, but they might not be able to afford him. Let's not just the gun here though, they haven't got the bill so they don't know what the price is for Tosh. Hope isn't lost yet. Walking past Darry and Dally, and not saying a word to them, Curly left the hospital. There was nothing else for him to do for Ponyboy right now and there was something he wanted to check on, something he had to know. … Angela jumped as she heard the front door was slammed closed, the sound echoed across her room. "That must be Curly," Angela huffed leaving her room to go see him. "Curly you-" The curly haired hood didn't pay his sister any mind as he walked through the hallway. 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