Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own 'The Outsiders' or Ponyboy Curtis. Sigh. The owner is the best author ever, S.E. Hinton. I also do not make a profit from the stories I write on this site.
A/N: You do not have to do this, but I do recommend you read my story Sunsetting before you read this as it takes place after those events. Anyway, thank you to FrankElza for the suggestions that helped make this sequel happen.
I had to write a 200 word Essay today and I'm like,"Piece of cake, most of my chapters are 700 words long anyway, it's just 1/3 of one chapter." But no, it was difficult. Oh well, Enjoy! (And review please.)
Ponyboy's POV
My pneumonia had pretty much gotten better for a while, but then I had started to cough a lot and my throat was hurting really bad again this week. Darry and Soda were really worried, but the doctor had warned us that my immune system was weak and I was susceptible to getting sick again. I just figured I had probably caught a cold or something else like that because Two-Bit had a cold and I was hanging with him lately.
I had voiced this to Darry, but he said that that was what I said about how I felt when I had pneumonia. He didn't trust me because I never said anything whenever I felt sick. I just didn't want to worry them. Darry and Soda worried enough without any extra help from me.
I was falling asleep over my Science homework. I yawned, the homework just wasn't making sense. I tried to stay awake, but my after only twenty minutes of homework I fell asleep.
Sodapop's POV
I got home from work and found the house silent. Usually Ponyboy got homework done quickly on Mondays and was out in the living room doing something or cooking. I wondered if he went for a run. I looked on the counter and there wasn't a note. Darry was going to be mad if Ponyboy wasn't home before he got home.
I waked into my room to change my clothes and found Ponyboy asleep over his Science book. I went to shake him awake, but I could feel a fever coming off of him. I decided to let him sleep because I knew that he hadn't been feeling well lately but he wouldn't admit it. I picked him up and set him in bed, not wanting him to sleep on his desk. It didn't look very comfortable at all. I left our bedroom to cook some dinner for Darry when he came home and for Ponyboy if he wakes up in time or is hungry. When he's sick he tends to brush it off, but you know because he's more quiet and doesn't eat a lot.
Ponyboy's POV
When I felt myself move I vaguely started to wake up.
I noticed that my nose was stuffy which made it really difficult to breathe. When I opened my mouth to get some air I only made a noise between a hoarse moan and a whine. My breathing became shaky as each breathe felt as if it was a knife cutting through my sensitive and aching throat.
I tried to move, but my limbs felt heavy. I could hear Soda and Darry's voice outside my bedroom door, but couldn't concentrate on what they were saying. Soda came in and sat down next to me. He brought in with him the light and I squinted as the light did not help my headache. Luckily, Soda noticed and shut the door.
"Hey, Pone. How you feeling?" He asked me softly.
"I'm fine, Soda, just tired from school." I lied, pushing myself up. A wave of nausea hit me and I groaned, grabbing my stomach.
Soda held a waste basket to my pale lips as my smaller-than-normal lunch came rushing up unpleasantly. I heaved and barfed everything in my stomach until the pain in my stomach slowly faded. I spit out the uncomfortable taste in my mouth. Soda grabbed a tissue nearby and wiped my mouth. I was too exhausted to do anything and soon I felt Darry's strong hands pull me up. He dabbed a wet washcloth on my head and wiped off my mouth with a washrag.
He stuck a thermometer in my mouth as I started to drift off again. It beeped loudly which snapped me back to reality.
"102, Ponyboy. And you say your fine? Your falling asleep sitting there. Don't lie to me, Ponyboy." He told me. He sounded concerned, but yet very stern.
"My throat hurts really bad, Dar," I gave up and told him honestly. He nodded and left, only to return with a flashlight and Soda trailing behind him. He commanded me open my mouth and I did as he shined the light in my throat.
"Yeah, Soda, I was right. You owe me a dollar, he has Strep." Darry told Soda. I, as if on cue of the diagnostic, started to cough. I hacked loudly and painfully for a few minutes. I coughed so hard that I was gagging, but luckily not liking. I was finally able to catch my breath after a minute or two.
A/N: That was a bad place to end it, I know, but this chapter was longer than I thought it would be, which makes everyone happy. Please review. I hope this sounds different than my other Sick Fics I have written in the past.