You can see him, but it's because you're his friends, not because of that knife.
I'm sorry, boys, but he's dying.
We gotta see him. Were gonna see him and if you give me any static you'll end up on your own operatin' table.
Right when the cop left, Dally and Pony rushed into the hospital to see Johnny.
They ran through the lobby and crowded past people. Several people yelled at them, because they were pretty racked-up looking. Dally had nothing on his mind but Johnny, and Pony was too mixed up to know anything but follow Dally.
Dally and Pony were anxious to see Johnny before it was too late.
Useless...fighting's no good.
We won! We beat the Socs. We stomped them--chased them outa our territory.
It was awful quiet. It was scary quiet. Pony looked at Johnny. He was very still, and for a moment Pony thought in agony: He's already dead. They were too late.
Johnny was very still. For a moment Dally thought that they were to late and johnny was dead. Then johnny stirred weakly, and opened his eyes.
They were very excited to tell johnny this news. They did not expect his reaction because they thought that he would be happy. Johnny didn't even try to grin at Dally. He was awful white.