NO!! NOO !!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

Okay, Okay, Okay.
AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We waited forever to get in to see Johnny. The reporters were everywhere. I tried my best to keep them from swarming Pony too much. I could see that he was tired, and who wouldn't be ?
Eventually, I told the reporters to slow down a little, remembering to flex my manly muscles a bit, you know, just to show them I meant business.
Pony made them laugh though, once, when they asked him what he would do if he could do anything at that moment . "Take a bath." he had replied. I , myself laughed too. But when I saw his weary face, I knew he meant it.

Mental note, force Ponyboy into the tub when we get home.


Even Soda gets bored with 15 minutes of fame. Well, soda doesn't just get 15 minutes. Gosh, with his looks, his whole life he's been ogled at by random people. But he got tired and fell asleep on my lap.
I said softly to Pony "He didn't get much sleep the whole week. " And I noticed a guilty look on his face. I was about to tell him that it was okay, when Soda interrupted, pointing out that I hadn't gotten much sleep either. I would have shot Soda a warning glance, but I was too drained to spare the energy.
I vowed that one day if I ever became a nurse, I'd actually talk to people. The nurses at this hospital wouldn't tell us anything about Johnny. Eventually I got fed up with the wild goose chase and pulled aside a doctor.
"What is wrong with Johnny?" I said, again flexing my manly muscles. He didn't seem to care about my muscles much. He just said in a bored tone, as if he repeated the same sentence over and over each day to numerous people,
"I am only going to talk to the family of the patient."
"Listen, Johnny's birth family doesn't care about him. His old man doesn't search for him when it's been weeks since Johnny entered his house, and his mother would rather him not come home at all. We care about him. We help him. We respect him. We are the closest thing he has to a true family. That, what he has at home, is not family. So please tell us, what is wrong with Johnny? " I did not mention that I felt a little more than brotherly towards Johnny...but I thought that was need to know information. Information which the doctor did not need to know.
"Well, first, the mean looking one, he'll be fine after two or three weeks in the hospital." One of his arms was badly burned, but he would be able to have full use of it in two to three weeks. Though, he would be scarred for life..
When the doctor told us about Johnny's condition, I tried not to burst out into hysterical crying. 'Tis just not manly. But guys, this is where the title of this post comes into effect, because holy crap,
JOHNNY IS GOING TO DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, there is a good chance he'll die. The other chance is that he will be crippled from the waist down for the rest of his life if he does live.
NOT MY JOHNNY CAKES!!!!
MY SEXY CORNEA MIESTER!!!
THE LOST PUPPY!!!!!!

Oh no. The tears are starting. Gotta fight 'em.
Okay, I managed to stave off the tears. I will cry tonight, while Pony and Soda are sleeping.
Agh, I gotta go. If I stay on here, I think I'll start typing nonsense. Gibberish. Gobbldeygook.


Good day to you sirs and madams
bye.



Your heartbroken and distressed,
DarryBear.