The Outsiders Imagines

Johnny

You know that ringing you get in your ears when there's absolutely no noise?

That ringing was vibrating inside my head near driving me insane as I sat on the uncomfortable cushioned seat.

The floor was possibly once a perfect white, now it was more a dirty white almost a yellow. It held specks of brown, black and red. They'd been stained from over the years.

My father was just gonna be another patient, just another unfortunate soul to die within these walls.

He'll be fine

You'll be fine

No matter what happens you need to remember to be happy

He'll be in a better place

The constant nagging and comforting was doing my simple mind in. I glared furiously at the stained floor, nothing different since the past three hours.

I'd refused to move. I was all alone now. No one else.

My father was the only person I loved and cared about. He was the only person I spoke to.

I don't have friends.

I don't have any siblings.

I certainly don't have a mother.

That woman doesn't deserve the title. I dug my nails into my palm at the thought.

"I'm sorry." A nurse said to me as she left my fathers hospital room.

Im sorry doesn't help.

Im sorry doesn't help the fact that my father is dying.

Im sorry is just a stupid line people use to make themselves feel better.

I found myself walking the halls aimlessly. I don't remember getting up.

Added to the ringing in my ears was now the continous sobs, prayers and pained and angered cries.

So many people are hurt.

So many people are going to die.

Now.

Here.

Tonight.

A door was open in a seemingly deserted part of the hospital. Light was pouring out except there were no sounds from inside. No cries. No prayers.

I stepped closer and peeped inside. A boy, I assumed, was laying on his stomach with horrific burns covering his back and legs.

"Who's there?" He asked.

I bit my lip and contemplated walking in or walking back to my father's room...

I stepped inside and made my way to stand beside the injured boy.

"S-sorry I was just wondering and I ended up here. I-I didn't mean to pry. S-sorry again." I turned to leave before he stopped me.

"Wait!"

"Yeah?" I questioned.

"Stay? Can you stay please?" He sounded like he was in so much pain.

I sat in a chair beside his bed and just stared at him.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"(Y/N), yours?"

"Johnny."

"I like it."

"Yours too."

We fell into a silence. Not exactly an awkward silence but not an entirely comfortable one either.

"W-what happened?" I eventually asked.

"Burning church. Me and Ponyboy saved them kids. I got burnt though." He spoke softly.

"Ponyboy?"

"Yeah, he's a friend."

"Well that was awful brave of you both." I praised.

"Yeah but we ain't no heros."

"How so?"

"We're greasers."

"And?" I inquiried.

He tried to lift his head and look at me but hissed in pain after only lifting his head.

"Don't move stupid." I chastised.

"What do you mean and?" He asked after laying comfortably again.

"I don't see how you being greasers changes the fact that you saved those kids. Therefore it shouldn't change the fact you're heros!"

"Shut it! We ain't heros!" He snapped angrily. His monitor spiked.

We returned to the silence, this time a tense silence.

"Sorry I didn't mean it." Johnny sighed.

"No it's fine. I should've kept my trap shut." I replied.

Silence again.

"Why are you in here?"

"My dad's dying." I answered bluntly.

"Im sor-"

"Don't say im sorry please. I was just starting to like you." I teased.

"Well then I'll keep my trap shut." He replied causing me to giggle.

"Ya know that's the first time I've laughed since we got the news." I sighed.

"I'm sure you and him will be fine. I mean you must at least have guys crawling for you." He teased.

"Please. You don't even know what I look like."

"Can I see you?"

It seemed like a simple request except I hadn't looked at myself for the past two days. Between the crying and rushing my father to hospital my face wasn't a priority.

I climbed to my feet and walked closer to Johnny's bed. I leaned over and stared at the mirror allowing Johnny to see others.

"You're beautiful." Johnny gushed.

"Whatever. I look like death warmed up." I replied trying to smooth down the stray baby hairs framing my face.

I now noticed what Johnny looked like properly. His face was a little burnt but nothing major. His dark brown eyes looked into mine through the mirror.

"I've gotta get back to my dad." I stated.

"Sure." He smiled sweetly.

"I'll come back and visit." I returned the smile.

"Please." I nodded and turned to leave the room.

Just outside the door I was stopped by a blonde greaser who had black soot covering his face. He smiled at me and said thank you.

"Ponyboy?" I guessed. He nodded.

"You're welcome." I replied.

"You know they say he's gonna die?" Ponyboy questioned me.

"No, no he's not." I spoke and walked back to my father's hospital room holding back tears.

Sorry I had to publish it again, something went wrong before and messed it up once it was published. Whatever it was it meant you couldn't read it so here it is again.