I'm writing this as I'm in the waiting room.
Doc won't give us the news about Johnny or Dally, says that information is just for "the family". Can't that half brain idiot get it through his skull? We are their family, or as close as it gets.
Darry is, once again, going half mad. He can't stand just waiting around for some quack to tell us what we can and can't know about our friend's conditions.
He's just pacing back and forth muttering something unintelligible under his breath.
Ponyboy is reading some book I've never heard of, I doubt it's interesting him too much though. He's as, or more, worried than the rest but he's hiding it pretty well.
There's so many reporters here, firing questions right, left and center. I'm doing my best to answer them so they can't bother Ponyboy.
Woah, one reporter just asked me, "Boxers or briefs?"
I decided not to comment on that one. Although, I do prefer boxers.
Another weird question I got earlier was, "Have you ever though about what it would be like to be a girl?"
Of course, that one came from a reporter from The National Inquirer. I just said "I have to go to the washroom," and hid in the third stall from the left until he'd gone away. Darry was happy to answer that question though. . .
Wait, Darry's talking with the doc right now.
* * *
Finally, the doc has agreed to tell us what the heck is going on with the two of them. He's just gone to go get their charts right now.
* * *
No news really is good news. Doc says that Dally will survive just got a bad burn on his arm.
But Johnny, oh Johnnycakes, they're not even sure he's going to make it! Broken back, third degree burns all over, even if he does survive he won't walk again.
I don't understand why this would happen, Johnny saved a church full of kids, and this is the thanks he gets?
I just don't get it, I just don't get it.
Doc won't give us the news about Johnny or Dally, says that information is just for "the family". Can't that half brain idiot get it through his skull? We are their family, or as close as it gets.
Darry is, once again, going half mad. He can't stand just waiting around for some quack to tell us what we can and can't know about our friend's conditions.
He's just pacing back and forth muttering something unintelligible under his breath.
Ponyboy is reading some book I've never heard of, I doubt it's interesting him too much though. He's as, or more, worried than the rest but he's hiding it pretty well.
There's so many reporters here, firing questions right, left and center. I'm doing my best to answer them so they can't bother Ponyboy.
Woah, one reporter just asked me, "Boxers or briefs?"
I decided not to comment on that one. Although, I do prefer boxers.
Another weird question I got earlier was, "Have you ever though about what it would be like to be a girl?"
Of course, that one came from a reporter from The National Inquirer. I just said "I have to go to the washroom," and hid in the third stall from the left until he'd gone away. Darry was happy to answer that question though. . .
Wait, Darry's talking with the doc right now.
Finally, the doc has agreed to tell us what the heck is going on with the two of them. He's just gone to go get their charts right now.
No news really is good news. Doc says that Dally will survive just got a bad burn on his arm.
But Johnny, oh Johnnycakes, they're not even sure he's going to make it! Broken back, third degree burns all over, even if he does survive he won't walk again.
I don't understand why this would happen, Johnny saved a church full of kids, and this is the thanks he gets?
I just don't get it, I just don't get it.
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