Hey. Just to let you know, this is a crossover. If you know the TV show called 'Touched by an Angel' than you should understand this. If you haven't seen a show, it's basically these three angels, sent by God, that help different people with different problems.

Sadly, I don't own the Outsiders. Or the people from Touched by an Angel.

Please enjoy my story, and review it.

Chapter 1

Darry POV

When Ponyboy was 13, Sodapop was 17, and I was 20, Ponyboy got a really bad cold. Our parents died a few months ago, and so I had to take care of him. Well, I thought it was a cold.

He continued to get worse, though.

His birthday was in a few months, and so I hoped that he got better soon.

He had bad fevers, bad coughing fits, and stuff like that. At one point, I thought that he had gotten better.

I sent him to school with Two-bit. I didn't think much of it. I went to work that day.

Two-bit POV

Darry told me in the morning that Ponyboy had been sick lately, and to keep a close eye on him. I felt bad for the Curtis's. They had lost their parents not long ago, and now this.

Well, the day started out pretty normal. At lunch though, Ponyboy was acting strange. It looked like he had some type of headache. It seemed like his chest hurt as well. He kept rubbing his head, and chest.

I reached out, and touched his forehead with the back of my hand. He was burning hot. Come to think of it, he looked like he was about to pass out. "You okay kid?" I asked.

He nodded, but he didn't look okay. "Honestly kid, you ain't looking too good. Do you wanna go home or somethin'?"

He just shook his head, and said, "No really. I'm fine Two-bit."

I was still pretty worried, but I pushed it off at the moment.

Until recess came. I knew Ponyboy was a track star. I knew I was a slow runner, but a part of me wanted to race him. I knew 100% that I would lose, but I didn't care.

I went up to him, and asked, "Wanna race?" A part of him looked happy, and the other part of him looked worried. Why would he be worried? I wondered.

He finally agreed. We counted to three, and both started running. He was ahead of me by a lot, until he slowed down, until he was walking. I caught up to him. At first I thought that he was just letting me catch up, until I noticed that he was rubbing at his chest. Pain was written all over his face.

I got up to him, walked beside him, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you really okay?"

He mumbled out while still holding his chest, "Yea. Gotta quit smoking." But it was half-heartedly.

I asked him if he wanted to go home, and he said no. He said that his brothers couldn't take off work. They couldn't afford it.

I was really starting to worry about Ponyboy. He's one of the schools' best runners, and he can't even run the full length from one side of the gym to the other without stopping.

I really wished that he would go home. I knew that something was wrong with him. I just couldn't place it at the moment.

The rest of the day, he seemed the same way.

When I brought him home after school, I told Darry about it.

Darry said, "If he gets any worse, I'm getting him checked out."

I agreed. I was really worried about Pone.

Darry POV

I was grateful for having someone like Two-bit to watch Ponyboy at school. Two-bit was worried, and so was I. He had been sick for a while now, and it seems like he's just getting worse.

Supper time came, and so did Soda. I served dinner.

Soda started digging in. Ponyboy just picked at it with his fork. "What's the matter Pone?" I asked. He continued to stare at his plate, when he said, "Nothin'. I'm just not hungry. Thats' all."

I sighed. What was wrong with him? How long will he be sick?

I told him that eating would help him get better. I begged him to eat, but he wouldn't budge.

He kept rubbing his head and chest. He had a pained expression on his face. "Want some aspirin?" I asked.

He nodded. I got him 3 pills and a glass of water. He swallowed them, and asked to go to bed. I let him.

After a few minutes, Soda asked, "Dar? What do you think is really wrong with him?"

"I don't know Soda. I hope nothin' major. He's been sick way too often lately." Sodapop nodded in agreement. I said, "Hang on. I'm going to go check on him"

I got up, and went into Ponyboy's room. He was out cold. In a deep sleep. He was laying on his back. I slowly sat down next to him. I put the back of my hand on his forehead, cheek, and neck. He was really warm.

"What's wrong with you, lil' buddy?" I said quietly, more to myself than Pony. I stroked his hair, before getting up and leaving the room.

I got out the thermometer, and went back into Pony's room. I took his temperature, which was 102.9.

If he wasn't better by the morning, he wasn't going to school, and I'd take him to the doctor. If he was better, I'd probably let him go.

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Morning rolled around. He seemed like he was a lot better. And so, I let him go to school. Two-bit went with him. As they left for school, I said my goodbyes to Soda, and I left for work.

I really hope Ponyboy gets better, I thought.

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Two-bit POV

When I saw Ponyboy in the morning, I had hope. He looked better. He still looked like he was in a bit of pain, but not as much.

In school, ponyboy and I hardly saw each other until lunchtime. I was worried again. He looked the same as yesterday's lunch.

Everytime I asked him if he was okay, he told me he was. I just sighed, knowing that I wasn't getting anywhere.

Recess rolled around. Pony was playing with some of his track friends. Just talking and stuff. I was watching them.

One of the guys said, "Hey, do you guys wanna do a few laps?" Everyone agreed, except for Ponyboy.

His friend said, "Aww, come on. Your one of the best runners in this school. It'll be fun."

Ponyboy finally agreed, and I felt bad. I remembered how yesterday he didn't want to run at first. I begged him, and he said yes. Now, that same thing was happening again with his track friends.

They started running around the gym. Of course, Ponyboy was first. I was about to run over to him, because I was worried. I knew something was wrong with him at lunch.

His face showed of a pained expression. He suddenly started to slow down, just like yesterday.

Ponyboy started coughing, and he was doing it for a while. I finally got up to him.

His face was pale. He looked like he was in a ton of pain, and he looked scared. He couldn't stop coughing. His friends came and stopped next to us. "Ponyboy, you okay?" One asked.

Ponyboy couldn't answer. He was still coughing.

He fell to his knees, and started to clutch his chest. The coughs racked his body. About 10 seconds later, he slumped over.

He passed out.

I yelled at his friends, "Go get help!"

Two of them left. There were two left.

I crouched down next to Ponyboy. He was still breathing. A teacher came over.

"What happened?"

I told him the story. From the running to the passing out.

The teacher told me to go and call an ambulance. I ran out. When I was about to exit the gym, I turned around. I saw the teacher crouched down to an unconscious Ponyboy. I couldn't see what the teacher was doing, but I could hear him talking. Two of Pony's track friends were there as well.

I turned back around and sprinted to the nearest phone. I called 911, told them the situation, and asked for an ambulance. They said one would be here soon. After that call was over, I decided to call Darry, and tell him what happened.

I called his work place, and his boss picked up. I asked for Darry. When Darry picked up, I started freaking out.

"Darry, he's worse! He ran, Dar. He passed out! An ambulance is on its way!"

Darry said, "Seriously?! I'll meet you guys at the hospital."

That was the end of the call.

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