Disclaimer: S.E. Hinton owns all rights and creative genius in The Outsiders and I do not profit from anything. Just fun.

Ponyboy's POV

I woke up, not feeling good. My Stomach hurt, and so did my throat. It smarted something awful to breathe. Now that I thought about it, I hadn't been feeling good at all lately. Sure, I got a cold or flu around winter time every year, but this is different, and it's the middle of August. I had to miss some really important track meets because I have been so sick lately. I could sometimes hide it from Darry, he didn't need to worry anymore.

I pushed myself out of bed, ready to act okay.

When I got in the car with Two-Bit and Steve, they noticed right away. Two-Bit looked worried and Steve looked irritated.

"Kid, don't you dare puke in my car, I just cleaned it." Steve griped at me.

"I won't." I said in the same voice as him.

Two-Bit turned to look at me. "You've been sick a lot Ponyboy, it isn't normal to be sick so much."

"Thanks, but I've always known I ain't normal." I told him.

He shook his head laughing, letting the sickness slide. He didn't deal with serious things well.

There was an aching feeling in my stomach that just won't go away. Two-Bit's words still rang loud and true in my ears. Why has I been sick so much? Maybe it's just stress from mom and dad's death, but something told me I was just lying to myself.

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Two-Bit's POV

I wasn't dumb, Ponyboy was sick again. He'd been sick a lot lately and I wasn't the only one concerned.

I wondered why he'd been so sick lately.

Ponyboy and I had the same art class. I walked in late and saw Ponyboy sitting at our table. Somehow, Steve was in our art class too. He was across from Pony. Pony's pale face lit up when he saw me. I chuckled, he was probably glad he didn't have to deal with Steve all alone.

"Hey Guys." I said kinda loud. Steve groaned.

"Shaddup Two-Bit." He griped. "My heads killing me."

"Well, too much beer will give ya a headache, Stevie-Boy." I informed him. He glared at me. Ponyboy tried laughed, but broke off into a long cough that sounded painful. He eventually caught his breathe and went back to his drawing.

I didn't even know what we were suppose to be doing so I just started drawing stick figured with blonde stick hair.

"We are suppose to be drawing things in nature." Ponyboy informed me, showing me his picture of the Grand Canyon with birds flying everywhere and different plants. It was an amazing drawing.

"Oh." I told him stupidly. He smiled. He stared at my drawing, laughing.

Good, I thought, I made him laugh. It's my job to make people feel better. That's why I loved to make people laugh so much.

Ponyboy's POV

I was not looking forward to track practice. Thursdays were always the hardest days. We had to run eight miles.

"Curtis!" Coach called to me after only a lap around the track. I went to where he was standing, breathing hard already. He felt my forehead.

"Go home Curtis." He told me. "You can normally do that without breaking a sweat." I nodded and started the walk home.

I stated getting real dizzy. Soda was sitting outside with Steve and he saw me swaying slightly. He grabbed my arm and led me inside.

"Why are you home early?" He asked while going to the bathroom to grab a thermometer.

"Coach told me to go home. Said I had a fever." I told him, too tired to fake it anymore. He nodded and looked at the thermometer. He cursed softly.

"103.3, Pony. Go lay down and I'll tell Darry when he gets home. That is way too high for my liking." I nodded and flopped down on the soft bed.

Soda's POV

There was something clawing at me when I told Darry Pony was sick. Again. The worry was going to eat me alive. I went into Pony and I's room. He looked a lot worse and his forehead felt hotter. I checked his temperature and it was 104.2.

"Darry! His fever is 104." Darry came in and picked up Pony.

"Get in the car we are going to the hospital." He told me.

X (hospital 3rd person POV)

In the car Darry noticed odd bruised blotches on Pony's arms. Soda noticed them too and shot Darry a concerned look.

When they brought him to the hospital, the nurse noticed the bruises right away and looked at the muscly term. He held up his hands in surrender.

"I didn't hit him." He said. The nurse nodded and smiled.

"Get him to floor 4." The head doctor said as they rolled Ponyboy away.

Soda's POV

I looked at the sign on the wall. 4th floor, Oncology ward.

"Hey Darry, what does oncology mean?" I asked him. He winced like I smacked him.

He replied in a shaky voice, "Cancer. They are testing him for Cancer."

Cancer. No. No no no! I slid into the chair as my knees gave out and my vision was blurred wit tears.

Cancer.

A/N: This will not be updated as quick as my other stories. My hearts not into it as much but I'm going to try.