Now, the reporters showed up. I have never seen so many people interested in us. We rarely see anyone interested in us. Soda kept them entertained though. They became more interested in his crazy antics then Johnny, Dally and I. We once even tried to lift a gun off a police man. He was furious but couldn't keep from cracking up because Soda had such a big smile on his face. After a while, Soda got bored and fell asleep in Darry's lap. This is when the reporters left. It was real quiet after they were gone. The nurses wouldn't tell us anything about Dally and Johnny so we got a hold of the doctor. He gave it to us straight - Dally would be in the hospital for a few more weeks because he had severe burns on his left arms but Johnny was a different matter. He had busted his back and if he (NO! Don't say if! He'll be fine!)... WHEN he recovers he won't be able to walk again. I felt like crying. Everything was happening too fast! A month ago, the most exciting thing that would happen around here with us greasers would be Soda's green pancakes. Now, that would be a jiffy compared to what was happening now. Fires, injuries, even death. It was all too much...
When I got back to our house I was overcame with drowsiness. I didn't even take my shoes of before I passed out. I woke first this morning. I walked downstairs for some chow when Two-Bit and Steve came. They were so glad to see me. The ran at me as soon as they saw me and sent two uncooked eggs across the room into the clock. When Darry woke up. I told him about the dream I had last night. I had it a lot. It was about mom and dad dying. The dreams wouldn't go away so that is why Soda slept with me. They started to go away but it happened often enough that Darry brought me to a doctor. Steve left when Soda and Darry had to go to work and Two-Bit stayed to look after me. Darry knew I didn't need a babysitter; I had been alone a lot. But he worried about me in the condition I was in. I was let out of the hospital but was still not 100% I had been taking about 4 aspirins a day when Darry thought I was only taken one. I hope it'll help.
Two-Bit and I got bored so we took a walk. We stopped at the Tasty Freeze for a couple of Cokes and saw that a blue mustang had been tailing us for a few blocks. They stopped and that one stuck-up Soc who was there the night Bob died was there. Randy was his name. Being clear about the 'no jazz before the rumble' rule, I decided to talk to him. I founded out that Randy was just a normal guy. He wasn't going to show up at the rumble. he was sick of all the fighting. His best friend died a week ago and rumble was only another opportunity for something like this to happen again.
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