Darry POV
I grabbed my rucksack and hammer to leave for work, when I suddenly felt dizzy. I grabbed onto a chair balancing myself, out and hoping nobody noticed.
"Hey Dar, you alright?" Soda asked me.
"Yeah, fine, don't worry about me." I replied, trying not look him in the eye, but keep my balance at the same time.
"You sure, you look kind of dizzy, and on top of house ain't no place to be dizzy. Maybe you should-"
"I'M FINE, STOP WORRYING ABOUT ME!" I yelled, annoyed at the fact that he wanted to help me. I need to pay the bills, so I don't anybody telling me to take the day off. I must've yelled it too loudly though, cause everybody stared at me astonished.
"Sorry" I murmured and left the house quickly. I suddenly tripped down the stairs leading from the porch, and Soda and the rest of the gang rushed out to get me.
"Darry..." Soda started saying, but I passed out cold before hearing the rest of what he said.