Instead of succumbing to the grim fate that awaited him in every other universe, Johnny managed to survive this time. Though his survival was a small miracle in itself, it came at a significant cost. Johnny was gravely injured, and his road to recovery was going to be long and arduous, requiring him to remain in the hospital for several months. The physical wounds were severe, but the emotional and psychological scars would take even longer to heal.

Ponyboy, who often found solace in the presence of his friends, walked into the hospital room alone, a rare sight given that he usually came with Dallas or Soda. In his hands, he carried a copy of "Gone With The Wind," a book that he hoped would bring some comfort to Johnny during his lengthy stay. Ponyboy pushed open the door quietly, his gaze immediately finding Johnny lying in the bed, hooked up to various monitors and IVs. The sight of his friend in such a vulnerable state tugged at his heartstrings.

"Hey, Johnnycake," Ponyboy said softly, his voice carrying a mix of affection and sadness as he approached the bedside. He offered a warm, reassuring smile, hoping to lift Johnny's spirits even if just a little. Ponyboy settled into the chair next to Johnny's bed, determined to stay by his side and offer support through this difficult time. As he opened the book and began to read aloud, he hoped that the familiar words would provide a sense of escape and comfort to his friend, making the long hospital stay a bit more bearable.