You'd been walking around when you heard the noise. It sounded like a firework. You just kept walking. Then a white-hot, searing, stabbing pain began to rally in your chest, you look down to realize you'd been shot.

You blacked out and woke up in the hospital, a tube in your throat, stitches on the left side of you under your arm. A heart monitor making a constant, peaceful beeping sound.

Darry, Two-Bit, Steve, Dally, Soda, Johnny, and Ponyboy were all in their with you.

Faintly, Ponyboy asks, "What if we have to say goodbye...?"

Dally slaps his shoulder softly and says, "Don't be sayin' shit like that!"