Yo wassup issa me, and I'm sorry for this chapter it's badly written, I didn't know how to explain quite a few things, and I eventually just got myself stuck. So here is this lousy chapter :) UGH OMG ITS SUCH TRASH BUT,,, LETS GO WITH IT :)
Two-bit POV
Dally and I slumped back inside. He wore a emotionless expression. But I took one look in his eyes and knew he cared a whole lot. He missed Johnny and was worried sick over Pony.
"Whatcha thinking about there Dal'?" I smiled, punching him in the shoulder lightly. He shot me a dangerous look that almost made me wanna turn and run the other direction.
Sometimes I really regretted trying to josh around with Dally. It was like pokin at an agitated beehive full of wasps. "I'm thinking about, rainbows and candy- hell Two I'm thinking about everything. Those no good socs..they ruined all our lifes. We lost Johnny, now Pony has showed up missing.
The poor kids brothers are probably losing it. Yanno it hasnt even been a year since their parents died? And that rut Sylvia" Dallas shot a look at his ring. I couldn't read the expression. Anger? Worry? Sadness?
Maybe all of it at once. Before I could say a word dally simply flicked the ring off his finger so it twirled a little before rattling and stopping completely with a small ding sound on the tile. I could only stare at the object. That was strange. even for dally. We were all shook up though. Who could blame him. "Lordy Two-bit" Dal' huffed "what if I killed the kid. I mean he could be dead for all we know. I hate-" Dally began to call the socs everything nasty thing under the sun. Sometimes I think he could swear the yellow right off a school bus if he wanted to. After listening to him, even my ears turned red. I wondered how Johnny and Pony felt when he did it in front of them. That made me uncomfortable. But then again Johnny was-
Johnny... Johnny. Johnny was gone.
I shook my head and hung it my hands. Dallas was staring off at nothing after his small little rant and I wondered what he was fighting with inside his own head.
I was about to get up and leave for home when I heard the door click.
"Two-bit! Dally!" Darry called, panic was evident in his voice. "Run and get me the first aid kit" Dally seemed to immediately come out of his trance when he heard Dar', as I shot my head in the direction of where Darrys voice was coming from
My heart sank to my stomach. "Oh glory" I groaned at the sight of the poor little greaser unconscious in Darry's strong arms. He looked almost like he was hit by a train. I hoped not literally. Dally ran off to the bathroom to grab the kit, while I made my way over to Darry, he practically dumped the kid in my arms.
"What happened?" I asked quietly, trying to hold Ponys weight. He really didn't look heavy until you were holding him. All the muscle mass from track. That kid and sports. "I'm not sure. Probably had to do something with being sick. His temperature is through the roof" he didn't need to tell me that. I could practically feel him radiating heat, from his wet shirt that clung to his body.
Sodapop rushed over with a pair of clean clothes in his arms frantically. One look at sodapop and you could tell he didn't hold it together. His eyes were swollen and fresh tear marks were evident on his cheeks. I gave him a small reassuring look, as I Laid Pony down on the couch gently, trying not to hurt him, although he winced when his head hit the cushions.
"Two" Darry looked at me "can I borrow your pocket knife?" My black handle switchblade. No way Jose. "For WHa?" I questioned folding my arms like a stubborn child. Couldn't help it, that thing was my pride and joy, and I swear on my life I WILL never use it to damage.
"Just give him The switch Keith or i'll grind your head in" Dallas spat from behind me. I cringed at my real name but decided not to call him out on it. No one dared to disobey Dallas Winston.
I quickly pulled it from my back pocket and flipped it open with care. Darry quickly swiped it from me, and held it up to Ponyboys shirt collar. "Woah woah woah" I yelled "what the heck are you doing?" Darry rolled his eyes "cutting the shirt off" "you're gonna slit his throat!" Dally this time took the chance to shove me off the couch so I landed with a loud thud on the carpet. I stifled a small laugh despite the situation.
"Fine" I chuckled, before wacking Dally upside the head. He returned it with a shove, but Darry gave us a glower, and we both froze immediately.
Darry POV
My stomach was knotting just looking at Pony. The rumble was awfully hard on him, and I wondered how bad his fever was. "Honey," I whispered "can you hear me?" Sodapop came and kneeled next to me, pushing Pony's hair out of his face. I noticed how his bangs stuck to his forehead due to the sweat. Ponyboy barely nodded, though it was clear he was still very much out of it.
I dragged the knife along his shirt, cutting it in two, so I could slide it off. My stomach twisted when I saw the bruised ribs, and bloody tissue. Part of me was upset and angry at Dally. The other part of me understood. "Dally!" I whisper shouted "you took him to the hospital,,, you should have got him room. His fever is too hi-" I paused and brought my palm to my forehead. "Soda go get the thermometer" I remembered I never took his temperature. Nice move Darrel. Leave him to burn up. Sodapop ran as fast as he could over to the closet, throwing open a medicine bin bringing back the tool. I slid it carefully under his tongue and into his mouth.
What the temperature dropped at sent waves of panic through me. "105.5°" I gasped throwing the thermometer down across me. "Shet" I exclaimed angrily. That's hospital temperature. 104 is bad 105.5 is terrible. He was like touching a hot metal Rob on a summers day. Burning to the touch. I wonder the storage sensation of being incredibly hot, but still shivering cold like you're waist deep in ice water feels like.
Last time I was sick I was really little. I don't remember much except nurses and hospital teddy bears.
I didn't hesitate to unbutton Pony's jeans and carry him in my arms to the bathroom, I turned on the bath so the water was in freezing cold and sat pony in, so he was only in his briefs. Soda was on my heels. Oddly silent, even for this moment. Without warning his eyes flickered open nearly shocking me. "Darry?" He asked sounding like a small child, much younger than 14. "Yes honey it's Darry." I smiled down at his flushed face as soda ran in next to me with the clothes and bandages. "What's going on?" He asked, his voice was small and timid. "You're sick, honey" I replied stroking his wet hair softly. "I'm tired, Darry." "I know you are, we gotta get your temperature down." He nodded slowly and closed his eyes. "I'm hot" he said simply with a shudder of cold.
I frowned at his reply. He was sitting in basically ice water. "I know baby." Sodapop rushed in throwing the clothes on the sink, then quickly kneeling next to me. "How is he" soda asked worried. Poor kid. He really loves his baby brother. I can't recall a time Sodapop was never there for him. It's like he's a magnet.
Pony and I often retract and push each other away. It was snirmal for the past 3 months since Mom and Dad have been gone. We don't get along so well. "Not good. He is really loopy and tired." I shrugged. Soda nodded not taking his worried stare off of our brother.
He reached his hands in the bath and began to rub water behind his ears and on his forehead to cool him down. I had a feeling this was only going to get worse before it got better.
Ponyboy POV
Dallas pulled the gun from his waist band, shooting at the cop who also held a heater. I thought dally had the upper hand shot, but a loud fire ripped through the air. Dallas fell to his knees crumpling under the street light like a sack of led. He was shot. Dallas Winston was dead.
Sodapop POV
"Pony!!" I shook my baby brother, who was thrashing around in the sheets, his face contorted with pain. Struggling with something only he could see. "It was just a dream honey, wake up!"
Darrys loud footsteps were heard down the hallway, before his figure appeared at the door. He yawned, rubbing his eyes, and came to kneeling next to us. Pony had terrible night terrors, that's why I started sleeping with him. But now with the death of Johnny, they would only get worse.
"Pony" Darry demanded "it was a dream. It's ok" he gave me a worried glance. "He's not coming through!"
I didn't want to hurt my baby brother, but I grabbed him by the shoulders and continued to shake him harshly until his eyes began fluttering, desperate to get him out of the reality only he knew. I can't imagine how much that probably hurt him. That was the only way I could think of getting him up. "Geez lay off Soda you'll give him brain damage!" Darry growled steadying ponyboy.
I released his shoulders, when I saw his eyes snap open. "Sodapop!" Pony gasped, his voice rough and dry like he had swallowed a hand full of sand. wrapping his arms tightly around my neck, I buried my face into his hair. "yeah baby, it's ok. You're alright. No one will hurt you." I let him lay his head onto my chest, tears soaking the fabric of my thin T-shirt completely.
I wrapped my arms around him tighter and allowed myself to close my eyes. And for a second I almost felt relief- comfort. Like my baby brother was here to stay in my arms, and no one was gonna take him away from me. Or so I thought. In that moment everything felt slow, like as I held him it had been ages since ive released him.
"What the hell is going on in here?" a gruff, tired voice asked from the door suddenly. I nearly jumped off the bed from shock. Pony lifted his head up, eyes puffy and cheeks stained with the tracks of tears. "Dally!" He shouted jumping out of my lap unexpectedly, racing over to Dallas.
Dallas POV
Pony jumped up, and wrapped his arms around my neck. I was taken back and surprised. Yet, I had had to admit, it was nice. "Pony?" I gasped as his body made contact with me at such force he nearly winded me, and knocked us both over. Gee the kid felt as hot as a summer sidewalk. Like if I held him too long I'd burn too myself.
I smiled to subtly, slowly wrapping my arms around the kid. He wasn't so bad. I wouldn't tell anyone else though, they would think I was off my rocker. Going all soft and mushy for people. Even if that may be the case. Somewhere inside me I knew I wanted to protect Pony, just as much as I did Johnny. They were small and vulnerable, and I wasn't about to let them get pushed around.
"Dally, I thought I lost you!" He whispered, sadly tears soaking my jacket. "Lost me?" I scoffed. "I ain't goin no where kid. It's okay." He wrapped his arms around me tighter, and I managed to take a glimpse at Sodapop and Darry kneeling next to eachother with such bewilderment on their faces. I wasn't expecting it either. "What was the nightmare about, man?" I asked setting him down on the edge of his bed. Soda and Darry stood up and shut the bedroom door behind them while I talked to Pony.
He rubbed his bloodshot eyes, and sniffed a little. "You." He said shyly then looked down. I forget how young he is. We all do. Pony acts tough but we all know he is only just a little kid. A kid who needed me. Just as much as Johnny did. Just as much as I needed Johnny. Pony needed me.
"We'll be more specific" I replied gently. He looked back down at his feet, pretending his socks were the most interesting thing in the world. "I had a dream you were shot on the way home from the hospital." He admitted "I thought I lost you too."
I stood up in amazement at what I heard. It couldn't be.
I had the same dream.