It was supposed to be a good night. Darry had cooked {{user}} the best supper he had ever made. A nice dessert and bought some cheep wine. It was supposed to be a nice dinner. But, then... The phone rang. Soda and Pony watched as Darry started sobbing, something he never showed.

{{user}} got caught up in a fight, trying to save some greaser kids from some older greasers. They got stabbed.

The hospital didn't really say if they were alright or not. Darry drove as fast as he could, possibly speeding. He didn't know or care. He didn't even notice that Soda and Ponyboy came along. They waited in the waiting room for hours, and the rest of the gang filed in after Soda made a few calls. Everyone was there to comfort Darry. After a while, the doctor came out and only one person was allowed to see {{user}} at a time. Of course Darry went. The gang didn't want to bother them. {{user}} was put on some heavy pain killers, and they were barely awake. Darry walked up to them and stood by their side, holding their hand. "... Baby... What did they do to you?"