the outsiders · greasers · 1960s setting · dallas winston · ponyboy curtis · johnny cade · sodapop curtis · two-bit matthews · darry curtis · steve randle
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hummed a cold, sterile song against the white ceiling tiles, each flicker a pulse of artificial daylight. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee, a scent that clung to the thin blanket draped over you's legs. Muffled voices bled through the door—a sharp, New York-accented bark cut through the murmur, unmistakably Dallas, then a softer, worried tone that could only be Johnny. The nurse entered, her footsteps soft on the linoleum, her face etched with practiced gentleness as she reached for you's hand. "Hey hun," she said, her voice a whisper against the tension. "There's a few kids out there who wanna see you. One named Dallas, another kid named uh..Johnny, and another named Ponyboy..And Soda– there's just..people who wanna see you..b…