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Fire and Ice	By : DrusillaDeWynter Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 4032 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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-Another day, another chapter. This is part 2 of A Reason to Cry. I hope ya’ll like it. A special thanks to my faithful readers and reviewers. Your encouragement and suggestions have made this story possible to continue. As usual, I don’t own the Outsiders. There is no money being made off this story, I am merely using the boys for entertainment purposes. And now, on with the show.

Chapter 8- A Reason to Cry Part 2

If you had looked into the stark white hospital room 206 you would have been greeted with a sobering, and rather startling, sight. A tow-headed hood, his chair pulled up to the side of the hospital bed, holding an unconscious boy’s hand, bent low over said limb and whispering in a low, halting voice. If you could look closer, you would see a sheen of tears in the ice blue of the young man’s eyes, making them glisten like an icicle being hit by the sunlight.
The other boy, swathed in bandages and unresponding, lay oblivious to the emotional upheaval of his friend. The only sign of life was the occasional twitching of the eyelids and the slight rising and falling of his chest to breathe. Lying in the hospital bed, unconscious and unmoving, made him seem smaller and fragile, as if the slightest touch would make him break like fine china.
If you were to listen close, you could hear the blonde’s low voice, the emotion dripping from the words as he whispered to his silent companion. Every great while his voice would crack and he would stop to collect himself.
“Come on, Pony. You have to wake up, man. You got all of us worried ‘bout ya. I’m worried ‘bout ya. Come on, Pony, open those eyes of yours. You can’t keep sleeping, man, I need to know you’re ok.” And on and on it went, encouragements and pleas to awaken. Even the most cold hearted would feel their hearts break slightly for the obvious misery of the young hood.
“Aw, Pony, man please wake up. I love ya, man, and I can’t stand seeing ya like this.” With that said, he leaned over and kissed the young man in the bed on the forehead, gently so as not to hurt him further. Slowly a tear that had been held in check slid down his face, leaving a damp trail and falling onto the other boy’s cheek. The lone tear, a testament to the so called cold hearted hood’s feelings, made the usually hard face of the boy seem oddly vulnerable.
After what seemed like hours of emotional whispers in the dark the boy named Dallas lay his head down on the bed beside his male companion’s hand, of which he still retained hold of. In moments the icy blue eyes closed, his posture relaxed and slow, deep breaths issued from the lax body. After the emotional upheaval of the day the worn out boy rested, seemingly peaceful save for the occasional shifting.
It was nearing eight the next morning before the figure in the bed started shifting, slowly waking. A grey-green eye slowly opened, squinting against the early morning light before looking down at his sleeping companion. In the back of his mind he dimly recalled whispered confessions in the dark of night, an emotional declaration of love from the one he desired.
Sluggishly moving his left hand from the other’s, he moved it to the top of the blonde’s head, smoothing his hair away from his face. The gentle touch proved to be enough to wake the older boy, who jerked his head up to look into the boy’s eye. A grin lit his face, making him seem younger and his eyes brightened. Happiness was written in every line of his body and exuded from every pore.
“Hey, man, how are ya feeling? It’s so good to see ya awake, ya really had us worried. We thought we were gonna lose ya, ya had the whole gang up in arms. Do ya need anything, Pone?”
Before the boy could even respond, a group of sullen boys trouped into the room. They brightened, though, when they saw the youngest of their gang awake and moving, albeit sluggishly. The brothers, Darry and Soda, were the first by the bedside with Johnny following close behind. Surrounding the bed, with Dallas standing and moving to the other side of the room by the window, they all began talking at once.
Questions from all sides assaulted the younger boy. He would start to answer one and another would be asked and on it went, until the boy’s head started to pound from the sensory assault. Bringing his left hand up to rub his temple lightly, his action went unnoticed except by two: Johnny and Dallas. Dally was quick to call the boy’s action to attention, telling the gang to settle down and to quit overwhelming him.
After an hour of answering some questions and letting others slide, the boy closed his eyes in exhaustion. Noticing this, the others made their excuses as it was time to go to work for Darry, Soda and Steve. Two Bit stuck around briefly before claiming he needed to watch his little sister and left. Johnny and Dally stuck behind to keep their comrade and, in Dally’s case, love interest company.
Johnny and Dally, after Ponyboy had fallen asleep, got involved in a low voiced conversation. Questions were thrown back and forth about who could have hurt the boy lying hurt in the bed, and going by the descriptions given to him by Johnny, Dally deduced that one of the boys involved in the fight was one of the richer kids, Michael Jamison. Jamison was well known for hating greasers and was not above getting his cronies together and beating up on those he deemed low lives. Dally had been in such a haze he hadn’t recognized them, but when Johnny gave him descriptions, he was able to fit faces to the descriptions. The other two involved was Bob Sheldon and Jamison’s younger brother, Rick.
Word would spread quickly with the help of Dally and Two Bit, and Dal knew that there would be a rumble over their hurt friend. The gang thought too much of the youngest member of their gang, even Steve, and since Pony was friends with Curly Shephard then that gang would get involved in it too. Pony was well thought of in their side of town so the rumble would end up turning into one hell of a fight.

-Ok, I’m ending this chapter here. This was a turn from the first person I have been doing lately, but I wanted to incorporate emotion into this chapter by using third person. I hope ya’ll enjoyed this chapter and I’ll be writing the next one very soon. As always, please read and review. Thank you all and have a nice week.
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