“It doesn't matter anymore…” He mumbled.
“Dallas, what would Johnny want you to do?” Said Steve firmly.
“That doesn't matter anymore.”
“No!” Soda cried, “Johnny’s fighting for his life in there-” he exclaimed motioned towards the hospital. “While you're out here throwing it away. What good does that do for anyone?”
Dally hit the ground on his knees, dropping the unloaded gun, his eyes conflicted and pained. Looking up to the sky, tears pooled his eyes not disappearing no matter how many times he tried to blink them away. The red lights from the sirens reflecting off the street, Steve grabbed