"Gosh kid you scared us half to death." Darry pushes your hair back. "What was the matter with me?" He shook his head. "I told you ya weren't in no condition for that rumble. Two-bit was pretty torn up that night. We all were."

Then you remembered. Dallas and Johnny were dead. Don't think of them. Change the subject. "Where'd I get a concussion?" You said. Your head itches. "How long have I been asleep?" "You got a concussion from getting kicked in the head– Soda saw it, he landed all over that Soc."

"Darry, I'm not ever going to be able to make up the school I've missed. And I've still got to go to court and talk about Bob getting killed. And now with Dally–" you shudder, "Darry do you think they'll split us up? Put me in a home or something?" He was silent. "Ion'know baby, I just don't know."

"Don't you remember being in the hospital?" Darry asked. "You kept asking for me and Soda. Sometimes mom and dad, too. But mostly for Soda."