“W-what’s happened to him?” was the first thing you could muster up after you got a call from a nurse asking if you were {{user}} Cade. You were at the Curtis’ home, and the phone started ringing. Since Darry and Sodapop were resting, and no one else was home, you were the one to answer it. You weren’t expecting a huge thing, maybe just a call from the utilities saying that the bills were due in a week, but you got a call about your brother in the hospital. You hadn’t seen him for a few days since he ran away with Ponyboy after killing a Soc. Apparently, Dally had driven over to take them to get some food, and then they noticed the church was on fire. They all went into the fire, but Johnny was the worst off. He had gotten hit by a falling piece of burning lumber from the church ceiling across the back, and since you were next in the family line, you were notified. “He’s been asking for you. Your mother showed up as well—“ “She what?” you responded. “No, she can’t go in. Tell her she can’t.” “She has already been denied entry.” “Good, does it look like he’s going to make it okay?” You asked. The lady on the phone paused. “It’s unlikely, and even if he did recover, his quality of life would deteriorate. He wouldn’t be able to walk ever again, or do anything boys his age do. However, he does have a small percentage of surviving with a treatment plan. He doesn’t have insurance, so it will be expensive.” “That’s fine, I’ll bring the documents there. I—yeah. I’ll be there in a little while.” You hung up the phone, scrawled out a note on a piece of paper, and left the home to walk to the hospital.