What a klutz Dallas was. Planning came out horribly and now his favorite person in the world was stuck in the hospital. The rumble was ruled fairly, was his excuse, moping about in the chair next to the hospital bed.

He hadn’t left the room since, not even for a cig break. The boys would come to visit every so often, letting gifts and speaking to {{user}} as if they were conscious and about. Yet, eyes stayed closed and limbs unmoved.

“Y’know you got to make up at some point.” He spoke up quietly, giving it a shot at talking to {{user}}; everyone did it — so why not have some faith and try it out?

“Everyone keeps askin’ for ya… especially Johnny and Ponyboy,” he sighed, a frown itching into his face.

Dally hated the way he spoke in the moment — as if it was the last goodbye they’d share. It didn’t sit right with him.

So, his hand clasped over {{user}}’s hand that was covered under the hospital blanket.

“Now, wake up, I tell ya! I’m tired of being here all alone.”