Work Text:
Johnny closed a book and added it to the growing collection on his bed. It consisted of all the books he’d finished in the week he’d been in the hospital. He was always up to read a book, but after doing nothing else for the past week, he was bored.
Of course, he wasn’t always bored. The occasional visit from Ponyboy and Soda were always fun, though they hadn’t visited in a few days. So there he was left, that familiar feeling of pure boredom.
A few minutes passed when someone knocked on his door.
“Yes?” he inquired to whoever was on the other side.
A tall brunette woman entered holding a clipboard. Johnny recognized her, as she had helped him recover from his injuries.
“Right this way, Mr. Winston,” she told him, writing something down on her clipboard.
Dally?
The woman left, leaving Dally and Johnny to themselves. Dally made no hesitation to invite himself on Johnny’s hospital bed. It creaked, and the weight of Dally shifted the sheet off of Johnny, but he was just glad to have company.
Dally smelled like a entire pack of cigarettes, mixed with some cheap body spray. His shirt had a dirt stain on it, and his hands were cut up, presumably from an altercation with a Soc.
“You look like shit,” Dally remarked inspecting a scar on Johnny’s arm. “And I imagine this hospital room isn’t too entertaining.”
Johnny nodded.
”It’s hot in here, and it hurts to breathe. They said I looked like I was on the way to recovery, but I still feel like shit. Believe me, there’s nothing more I want then to go and explore with Pony, or play cards with Soda. But God seemed to have other plans, so I guess I should just be happy I’m still alive.”
Dally pressed a kiss to Johnny’s forehead.
“I’m happy you’re still alive, too. Promise me when you get out, this doesn’t change you.”
“I promise,” Johnny smiled.
Dally stood up and made his way towards the door, calling a goodbye to Johnny.
Once Dally left, Johnny was replaying the entire interaction in his head. He wondered why Dally had kissed him. Sure it was most likely platonic, but there was a thought in the back of his head that wondered if it wasn’t.
It’s not like it was on the lips or anything. There wasn’t lust behind it. Not that Johnny wanted that, but Dally wasn’t the most affectionate person.
Maybe he was over analyzing this. He definitely lacked sleep. So he’ll just go to sleep and pray the handsome man that was in his hospital room doesn’t make an appearance.