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Johnnys death, The Outsiders novel

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  •  When we finally got to Johnny's room, the doctor stopped us. "I'm sorry, boys, but he's dying."  "We gotta see him," Dally said, and flicked out Two-Bit's switchblade. "We're gonna see him and if you give me any static you'll end up on your own operatin' table."  The doctor didn't bat an eye. "You can see him, but it's because you're his friends, not because of that knife."
  • Dally looked at him for a second, then put the knife back in his pocket. We both went into Johnny's room, standing there for a second, getting our breath back in heavy gulps. It was awful quiet. It was scary quiet. I looked at Johnny. He was very still, and for a moment I thought in agony: He's dead already. We're too late. Dally swallowed, wiping the sweat off his upper lip.
  • "Johnnycake?" he said in a hoarse voice. "Johnny?"Johnny stirred weakly, then opened his eyes. "Hey," he managed softly.  "We won," Dally panted. "We beat the Socs. We stomped them--- chased them outa our territory."  Johnny didn't even try to grin at him. "Useless... fighting's no good...." He was awful white.   Dally licked his lips nervously.
  •  "They're still writing editorials about you in the paper. For being a hero and all." He was talking too fast and too calmly. "Yeah, they're calling you a hero now and heroizin' all the greasers. We're all proud of you, buddy."  Johnny's eyes glowed. Dally was proud of him. That was all Johnny had ever wanted. "Ponyboy."  I barely heard him. I came closer.
  • I leaned closer to hear what he was saying.  "Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold..." The pillow seemed to sink a little, and Johnny died.  You read about people looking peacefully asleep when they're dead, but they don't. Johnny just looked dead. Like a candle with the flame gone. I tried to say something, but I couldn't make a sound.  Dally reached over to push Johnny's hair back.
  •  "Never could keep that hair back, that's what you get for tryin' to help people, you little punk." He slammed against the wall. His face contracted in agony, and sweat streamed down his face.  "Damn it, Johnny" slamming one fist against the wall,hammering it to make it obey his will. "Oh, damn it, Johnny, don't die, please don't die. He bolted through the door and down the hall.  
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