![]() ![]() “What?” Dally wondered, his laughter dying down. ![]() She never would’ve guessed that Dallas Winston would be sitting in front of her, laughing like some little kid, holding her hand in a hospital bed. “Oh, sure, that would even out the score.”ĭally laughed. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll tell people I started the fire.” “God, I can’t believe I’ll have to tell people that you saved me.” I said thank you, so now I owe you nothing.” Juliette nodded. Juliette wasn’t quite sure where they stood now. It was far too confusing trying to be nice to him, but it felt strange to insult Dally now. There was a certain shame in knowing she had just thanked Dally, showing a foreign kindness to him. “Darry would’ve had my head if he found out I let his kid sister die.” “Glory, doll, of course I had to save you.” Dally sighed. You didn’t have to do that, but you did anyway, and that’s real nice.” “I appreciate you getting me out of that church. As much as she didn’t want to like Dally, he had selflessly saved her life, and, despite Juliette’s best efforts, that brings you closer to a person. Somehow, in the time that they’d been trying to save everyone, Juliette’s perception of Dally had shifted - he was still a jerk, but he was a jerk who’d run into a fire to save her. Juliette just smiled, looking at Dallas Winston, a boy she couldn’t stand, but had risked everything to save. If it is, I want you to make sure Pony doesn’t go anywhere near it.”Ī comfortable silence fell over them. “You have to find out if the rumble is still happening. “They’re fine - they’re in the waiting room, waiting on your brothers.” “Good lord, ain’t you ever gonna think about yourself first?” Dally exclaimed. “If you ever do something like that I’ll beat the living tar out of you.” The second thing she noticed was that she was in a hospital bed, and Dallas was right next to her, holding her uncut hand.ĭally’s head snapped towards her, a big, goofy grin on his face. Her hand was burning with a sharp pain from where the glass had cut it, and her lungs were on fire. Every bit of her body was sore, like she had been sleeping in the worst position ever. When Juliette woke up, the first thing she noticed was that she ached all over. (A/N): I'm so sorry for what I'm about to put you through (no i'm not) TW: Mentions of hospitals/injuries, mentions of drug use/alcohol, LOTS of arguing (this is a dialogue-heavy chapter) ![]()
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