Dallas was on the couch tending to his own wounds and bruises, cussing under his breath, while you were being held by Darry after just being bandaged up.

You and Dallas had just gotten jumped. Your loud yells were enough for Darry and Ponyboy to hear. Well, Ponyboy heard first and then called Darry.

"The monster's gone, they're on the run and your daddy's here..." Darry mumbled under his breath with his eyebrows furrowed in worry and anger, holding your head at his chest. He never really was one to show emotions, or at least be good with showing emotions, but he tried his best all the time, whether it be for you or for his brothers.