A/N: Requested by I_LOVE_DA_OUTSIDERS! I hope you like it! WARNING: SAD

Imagine:
"No, no, no, no..." Dallas whispers, staring at his dying best friend in the hospital bed. His usually tanned face was pale and there were burns all over his body. As soon as he took his last breath, tears sprung to Dally's eyes. "Please don't die, Johnny. Please don't die..." He yells, but his voice trails off as he leaves the hospital room. You're sitting at home, completely oblivious to what's happening with your boyfriend right now, until you get the phone call that changes your life forever. "Y/N, it's Darry, Dally's friend. Can you get to the lot right now? It's an emergency," Darrel Curtis, a member of Dally's gang says into the phone. You've only met him a few times, but since you and Dally live together, he has the number. You don't even ask what the emergency is, you just say, "I'll be right there," and sprint to the lot, faster than you've ever gone for anything. "Oh, god, Dally," you whisper to yourself. "What did you get yourself into this time?" You can feel the worry in the pit of your stomach get bigger as you get to the lot. Police are standing there, waiting for him to walk over to them. And then he does something unexpected: he takes out his unloaded, not dangerous heated. Only, the police don't know it isn't loaded, and they raise their guns too. "No!" You scream, and so does his gang. Tears well up in your eyes as you watch the bullets fly closer to your boyfriend, the love of your life. Immediately, you know what you need to do. You run towards him, and push him out of the way, just in time to feel the bullet hit your chest. You gasp, suddenly afraid and out of breath, and the next thing you know, you're lying on your back on the ground, in more pain then you've ever been before. You try to sit up, but are overwhelmed with dizziness. "SOMEBODY HELP HER!" Dally screams, from next to you. You're so out of it you didn't even know he's there. "Dally?" You whisper, but it's an effort to talk. "Yeah, I'm here, baby," He whispers, taking you in his arms. Your eyes close, and everything goes black.
"We can't lose her now! YOU HAVE TO SO SOMETHING!" Is the first thing you hear when you awaken. It was Dally's loud, powerful voice, but it sounded wobbly, like he'd been crying. You open your eyes and look at your surroundings, you're in a hospital. "Hey," You whisper. He looks at you and his eyes open side. "You're awake," he says, his voice low and monotone, like he doesn't want you to know how he's feeling right now. But you know him well enough to know that he's a mixture of sad, worried, and guilty. He feels terrible that you were the one that got hurt, even if it wasn't his choice. And the sadness and worry? He's always had a soft spot for two people, you and Johnny Cade. The two of you are in love, and Johnny has always been you and Dally's best friend, your sidekick. You know he's in the hospital, and suddenly it occurs to you: Dally didn't think. Something happened to Johnny, and he couldn't take it, and did something. Whatever it was, he knew the cops would be after him. He didn't think about how you would feel if he died, until now. You would be lost, and broken without that guy. "I thought we lost you," Dally interrupts your thoughts. You look at him wide eyed, but say nothing. "I... I don't know what I would have done without you, Y/N. If you had died, I would have killed myself. I can't live without you," He practically sobs, making you choke up. It takes all of your strength, but you move your hand and intertwine it with his. "I love you, Dal," You whisper. He kisses your cheek. You look down and blush, a habit of yours that Dally's always found adorable, but this time it's different. "D-Dally... What's this?" You say, pointing to the white bandage on your chest. "That? Your bandage. They had to take the bullet out, and that's the wound," he says. "Ooh, a battle scar!" You joke, but you're a little worried. What if something happens and you're not ok? It still hurts pretty bad. He laughs, but it seems forced. "Something wrong, baby?" You ask him. He shrugs. "It's just... It was my fault that happened, and I feel terrible," he says. You are the one to feel bad, now, because it was your fault, your choice, and he's blaming himself? "Dally," You say, kissing his lips. "Please don't blame yourself. I did it because... Because I need you, honey. I can't live without you. Please, just don't do something like that again," you say, trying not to cry. "I love you so much," He says. "Good, now come sit with me," You playfully demand, scooting to the side of the bed, so your husband has room to snuggle in. He puts his arm around your neck, and you fall asleep with your head rested against his shoulder. For now, it doesn't matter if your wound heals or not, you just cherish the moment happening now, and don't have to look in the future or past for comfort. You have it right now, laying on a hospital bed, cuddling with your boyfriend, and it's the best thing you could ask for.

Another A/N: I know it wasn't very sad at the end, but I tried hard. I hope you like it! If anyone would like to request an imagine, just message me!