Lunch Break Blues

It's lunch break now, all the other guys have climbed down the ladder to the east side of the lawn, where they where lined up eating their meatloaf-on-rye.
I gotta get outta here. Jumping up from my cross-legged position on the lawn, I ran over to my supervisor.
"Something has happened. I need to go, for personal reasons. I'll be back as soon as possible." At first he wouldn't let me go. But since we had an extra worker that day, and he must have seen the desperate look on my face, he gave in.
I hopped in my car and drove. Drove as fast as I dared to the hospital. Johnny was just a block away. Johnny...I'm coming, I'm coming.
I turned the corner and drove straight into a parking place. I was a bit crooked, but who has time to park straight when they are rushing to a hospital?
"Hello Sir, is something wrong?" a thoughtful-looking nurse in around her thirties asked me.
"I-- I have to see Johnny." I gasped. When i recovered a bit, I told her his full name, and the room number he was in. She lead me down that shockingly white corridor. Why is everything so white in a hospital? Everything is so clean, and the smell is sickly calm.
"Wait here for a minute, Sir." She spoke, and it took me a moment to remember that she was even there. she disappeared within the room, closing the door lightly behind her. I waited for a minute or two, getting antsy and impatient. Johnny could be dead any minute.
After what seemed like an eternity, the nurse slipped out of the room, and held the door open for me. That was just the invitation I needed. Granted, well, I wouldn't have needed an invitation. If she had come out saying that it just wasn't possible that he could see Johnny, he would have gotten in. One way...or another.
"J-Johnny?" I stammered. He was bad. He was laying on his stomach on the hospital bed, and from what I was able to see, his neck was badly burnt.
"D-" he started to reply, but the words caught in his throat.
"Don't talk, Johnny." I murmured. Gosh, he was in so much pain. The doctor saw that I wasn't going to hurt Johnny, so he left the room. Bingo. "Why, Johnny, why?" I asked, not meaning or him to answer. I knew he couldn't. I directed the question to no one in particular. If there was or is a God, he will hear me. But for now, I can't be sure.
"D-Darry," he managed.
"No, Johnny, don't talk. It will hurt you." I tried to convince him, secretly hoping he would talk, so I could hear his voice, no matter how muddled it was.
"No, Darry, I need to talk." He said, pausing every so often to catch his breath or to wince. "I'm sorry for all of this."
"What are you talking about? You're sorry? Blast it, Johnny! I'm the reason this all happened. If I hadn't hit Ponyboy...." My voice faltered, and I trailed off. I barely noticed the tears that were beginning to fall down my cheeks.
" Don't blame yourself. If Ponyboy hadn't been there with me...I would have gone to the park alone. Them Socs would have found me, all of them. If Ponyboy hadn't been there....I would be a smear on the pavement by now...oh, sorry.." He told me, then apologized when I winced at the thought of him as a smear.
I went and sat down on the hospital bed next to him.
"It will all be okay, Darry...you'll get over it. Please don't ruin your life because of this..stay strong, Darry, stay strong." He said, and then seemed to droop a bit.
"I can't promise that , Johnny..I just can't.." I said softly, putting my hand over his for a minute or two. "Listen, you're tired. You need to get some sleep, Johnny." I squeezed his hand gently then slowly got up.
How will I ever go on?