Of course It'll be ok. What a silly question.

Today was , well, let me tell you about it. The first part of the day was spent just sitting in the waiting room. I guess some reporters got wind that the "heros" were in the hospital and they wanted to interview Pony. At first he was doing great, but then the reporters asked too many questions too fast and he started to get confused. Then Darry came up and basically told the reporters to buzz off. I was having a lot of fun, stealing hats and cameras and mock interviewing people. I decided to try and lift a cops gun and when I got caught, I put on a crazy grin and the cop smiled back and let me off. I got pretty bored with stuff like that though and fell asleep on Darry’s lap. It was pretty late and I hadn’t slept much that week. I wasn’t completely out of it yet so I heard when Darry whispered, "He didn’t get much sleep this week. He hardly slept at all." I felt the need to say something, "Hhhmmmm, you didn’t either." Darry decided to get some info on Dally and Johnny. I decided to try and listen as I slept. They got hold of the doctor. I was suddenly very awake. The doctor said that Dally had a badly burned arm, but that he would be fine in a couple weeks. I knew Dally would be ok. I was more concerned about Johnny. The doctor told us that Johnny was in critical condition. He had a broken back and third degree burns but he couldn’t feel the burns on the lower half of his body. He was in severe shock and if he lived, he would be crippled for the rest of his life. The doctor looked at our shocked faces and said, "You wanted it strait, you got it strait, now go home and get some rest." I wasn’t really paying attention to a lot. Pony was shaking. I didn’t feel so hot myself. When reality hits me, it hits me hard. Darry looked like he was going to cry. He put his arm around Pony and squeezed. The doctor walked away. Darry was rubbing the back of Pony’s head softly. He whispered something I couldn’t hear. Darry lead Pony over and said, "We’re going home now." I got up and followed them out to the car. In the car, Pony just about passed out. He laid back in the seat and was out in a few seconds. He looked exactly like I felt. In a few minutes we were back home. I shook Pony and said, "Hey Ponyboy, wake up. You still got to get into the house." He moaned and laid down on the seat. I was starting to doubt his ability to get up. I spoke softly with Darry. I was getting frustrated so I said, "Oh, come on Ponyboy, we’re sleepy too." Darry seemed to get frustrated with fooling around so he picked Pony up to bring him into the house. "He’s getting awful big to be carried." I said. "He’s lost a lot of weight." Darry replied. He did look thinner. Darry put him in bed and left. I took off Ponyboys shoes and socks. I was too tired to do anything else so I climbed into bed fully dressed.
I don’t know what woke me. Maybe it was Two-bit and Steve being, well, Two-bit and Steve. I ran in to the kitchen. "Where’s that blue shirt I washed yesterday?" I took a drink of chocolate milk from the contain. "Hate to tell you buddy, but you’ve got to wear clothes to work." Said Steve from the floor. I remembered something,"Oh yeah, where are those wheat jeans?" "I ironed." Said Darry, "They’re in my closet. Hurry up, you’re going to be late." I ran back to the bedroom muttering, "I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying." Steve followed me and hit me with a pillow. Then there was a pillow fight that lasted all of 2 minutes. We walked back into the kitchen. It looked like Darry and Ponyboy were having a good conversation. To no one in particular I said, "You know what? When we stomp the Socies good, me and Stevie here are gonna throw a big party and everyone can get stoned. Then we’ll chase the soc’s clear to Mexico." Where are you gonna get the dough?" asked Darry. "I’ll find a way." I said. Then Pony asked the worst thing he could. "Are you gonna bring Sandy to the Party?" It took a bit but everyone explained that Sandy had been shipped off to Florida to live with her Grandparents instead of being married to a 17 year old kid. "We’d better get on to work Pepsi-Cola." I ran out to the car because we were going to be late. Steve and Darry followed me a moment after and we drove to work. "So, um, I read in the paper they might be separating you three." Steve stuttered after we’d dropped of Darry. I slammed on the brakes in the car. "WHAT!" I yelled. "Hey, don’t take it out on me, I thought you knew already!" Steve said. "But Darry’s a great guardian, they’ve gotta see that, they’ve just gotta!" "Ya, right Soda." Steve agreed.I was a quiet day. I had time to read as newspaper. Juvenile Delinquents Turn Heros, The title read. It was all about how Pony, Johnny and Dally had saved those kids from the fire. Then, next to that article there was another one saying how the fuzz should let us stay together. Maybe this is going to be ok. No, it IS going to be ok. I should go see Johnny sometime. Got to go, Customer.