I was taking a walk late at night when I heard crying coming from the lot, familiar crying. I peered around a tree and saw my friend Johnny sitting there curled up in a ball bawling his eyes out. I rush over to him and hug him. "Johnny are you okay??" I asked him while holding him close. He continued to cry "what happened?? Was it your parents???" He looked up at me and in the moonlight I saw cuts all over his face and a huge puffy black eye. I gasped and held his face lightly. "Who did this to you??" He looked down "randy, bob and their guys..." I felt my face heating up, they are gonna get it now. I am so sick of them hurting us, especially Johnny, they hurt him the most!!! He looked up at me "Why did they do this??" I say with my jaw clenched. He quickly looks down again and I see a blush pop up on his face "they... They were saying things... Things about you (y/n)..." I look down at him surprised "what did they say?" I saw a tear slip out of his eye "they said that they were going to find you and r-r-r- they were gonna do things to you and then beat you!! I couldn't let them say stuff like that about you and I didn't want them coming near you so I started to scream at them.. And bob... His rings... And they had a switchblade..." Then he started crying again. At that moment I looked down and realized something, I'm in love with Johnny!! I bent down and kissed his lips softly "thank you Johnny!! I can't believe you would do that for me!!" He looks up at me surprised then quickly reached up and connected our lips again, for longer this time. He looks up at me and smiles "(y/n) will you be my gal??" I smiled widely and nodded my head "Johnny I would love to!!"
I thought for sure I was dead.
But I heard myself breathing. I heard the voices of people around me. I heard the word “coma” repeatedly by the doctors and nurses. I heard Ponyboy and Two-Bit’s voice.
And then I heard her voice. (Y/N)’s voice. I heard her crying, talking to me. About the gang, her day, reading, whatever. Sometimes softly singing to herself.
One day I squeezed her hand, and she was laughing and crying all at the same time.
“I love you Johnny.” She whispered. “Just wake up.”
I tried so hard to answer her, but no words came out. I wanted to tell her I was ok, I would make it out of this, even though I would be paralyzed, I’d be fine. We’d be fine.
But all I can do now is squeeze her hand.