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Saturday was the worst day of my life. Pony got back from the hospital and told us that (sob) Johnny's dead. Then we got a call that Dally had robbed a grocery store and we needed to hide him. When we got to our meeting point, we saw Dally run up with the police behind him. He stopped under a street lamp and (sob) he pulled out a gun and (sob) the police shot him. I can't believe I lost two friends in the same night. Then I looked at Pony and he was on the ground. We had to bring him back to the house. We got him in bed and I sat down beside him. I waited for him to wake up for 12 hours. When he finally woke up he asked me if somebody was sick and I told him that he was. Then he went back to sleep. The next time he woke up it was 2 days later. I was tsupposed to be asleep but as soon as I heard talking in the other room I bolted up and ran in there. We asked him if he wanted to eat and he said sure. Darry went to make him some mushroom soup. Then we chatted for a bit. He finally asked me if I was tired and I told him to scoot over. I fell asleep knowing my brother was safe.