Darry P.O.V. Ponyboy is depressed. Every night it's the same. He moans at night, and he has terrible nightmares. Soda tries to calm him down, but it only makes it worse. He won't eat, so he is really thin. Poor kid.
Soda P.O.V. Oh great Two-Bit's here. "Pony. Time for breakfast, you gotta get ready for your last day of school." I said as I gently nudged him. He moaned and then opened his eyes, his beautiful baby browns. I threw my DX shirt on and tried to find my pants. "Hey, Darry! Where are my pants?!" I yelled. "On the ironing board. I ironed them yesterday." Came a voice from the kitchen. "Who the hell irons jeans?!" I asked. "I do! And you're gonna have to live with it until you move out! " Darry yelled. I rolled my eyes as Two-Bit walked into the room. "How's our little blonde soldier doing?" He asked. "Asshole! I'm not that blond anymore. And I ain't little!" Pony said as he pulled on his pants. I found mine and put them on as Two-Bit went back out to the kitchen. Ponyboy tied his shoes and he then trudged out to the kitchen. I then went out to the kitchen, and put a piece of chocolate cake on a plate and ate it. Pony laid on the couch. He looked tired. He had, had a hard night. Around 12:30 P.M. I woke up to the sound of him crying. So, I knew something was bothering him, so I went over to his and rubbed his back. He used to love when mom rubbed his back when he was little. "Pony, you better eat something 'cause you gotta get your butt to school soon or else you'll be late." I said "I'm not hungry!" Ponyboy said as he turned his head away from me. "Pony, you gotta eat something... anything. Darry! He won't eat!" I yelled. Darry came into the kitchen looking dishevelled and tired. "Ponyboy Michael Curtis! You're makin' yourself ill." Darry said as he pulled Pony up and led him to the kitchen table. I cut Pony a slice of chocolate cake, put it on a plate, and put it in front of him. He picked up the fork and then took a bite. Almost like a curse he jumped out of his seat and ran into the bathroom and started puking into the toilet. Darry ran after him and rubbed his back as Pony puked his guts out. Ponyboy started crying and sobbing while vomiting. "Pony! It'll be okay. Shh..." I said as I knelt down beside him. Two-Bit appeared at the door and said, "Well that's just lovely blondie." I turned to look at him with my cold eye stare. Ponyboy started coughing and hacking so I guess he was done. Darry and I helped him lean up against the bathtub. Darry took a kleenex and wiped the drool that was on his chin and mouth off. "Well, I guess this means no school for you today buddy. Soda and Two-Bit please go to the school and clean out his locker. I'll call my boss and tell him that I cannot come in today." Darry said. "Let's go Two-Bit!" I said as I walked out of the bathroom.
Ponyboy P.O.V. I still can't believe that Darry is staying home with me. Darry called his boss, sort of got in a telephone fight with him and then Darry thanked him and hung up. He then sat down next to me on the bathroom floor. "Da...Dar..Darry...you c..c...an go to w...w...work. I don't n...n...need looking after." I said as I shivered. "No, Pony. It's fine. You need looking after. Now, let's get you off the floor." Darry said as he lifted me up and carried me into my bedroom. he sat me down and helped me recline. He propped me up with a pillow and felt my forehead. "Pony, you're burning up. I'm going to get you a wet washcloth and a bucket." He said as he left me alone. I sat there shivering and wondering when would Soda be back. Darry came back into the room and laid a wet washcloth on my forehead. Then he climbed into bed and put the bucket on the bedside table. He then pulled up the covers.
Soda P.O.V. I came home with Two-Bit to find Darry and Pony cuddling. Pony's head on Darry's chest. I grabbed a camera and shot a photo. I am happy that they are finally being nice to each other. I went out to the kitchen and pulled out a lasagna. I threw it into the oven and waited awhile for it to cook. Darry came into the kitchen. "Ah. So we are going to start eating all that 'sorry for your loss' lasagna that has been in the freezer for months?" Darry said as he sat at the kitchen table. "How is Pony?" I asked. "He is still running a fever. Poor kid. Thanks for cleaning his locker." Darry said. "No prob. Poor kid. He missed his last day of school. Everyone was wonderin' where he was." I said as I pulled the lasagna out of the oven. We ate.