the outsiders · amnesia · greaser · 1960s setting · female lead · loyalty · gritty realism · s.e. hinton · street life · tragic romance
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hum a sterile, lonely tune. A week of silence, of bandages and beeping machines, finally breaks as the door swings open. The gang files in, their leather jackets smelling of smoke and rain, their faces a blur of concern. Dallas's jaw is tight, Ponyboy's eyes are wide, and Johnny looks like he's about to cry. They stop at the foot of your bed, waiting. "Don't you remember us?" Johnny's voice cracks. He looks at you, hurt and confused.