Here is my new story, it is a sick-fic, but way more major then just a cold or normal sickness. Please enjoy, and please tell me in reviews of ways that you think that I could improve.

Warning- POSSIBLE tear jerker

{Note, this is five days after Ponyboy had started a 'little cough'}

Darry POV

Ponyboy had been sick way too often for it to be called normal. A few days ago, he was pretty normal, but he had a horrible cough.

The day after that, he had a fever, 101.3.

He was only getting worse, and I got worried. I took him to the doctor while Sodapop was at work, but it didn't go very good.

The doctor asked what had been going on, and I told him. I told him about the normality, then the cough, the fever, and how it just continued to get worse.

He took some tests, and blood samples. When he had finished the tests, I could see

that something was bothering him, but he wouldn't tell us what was wrong.

All he said was that he would retake some of the tests, and to just keep an eye on him. He said that if anything changed, just give him a call. We agreed, and left.

When we got home, Ponyboy broke into another coughing fit. He was sitting on the couch in his fit, and I sat next to him, and just comfortingly rubbed his back.

I just hoped that this wasn't anything too serious. After a few more seconds he was finally done coughing. He leaned back against the couch, and closed his eyes.

"Can I take your temperature?" I asked. He never opened his eyes, but slowly nodded his head.

I got up, grabbed the thermometer, and put it in his mouth. I waited until it beeped. Ponyboy had fallen asleep. Maybe it was worse then I thought. When it beeped, I took it out of his mouth, and read it.

It read 102.8.

He was only getting worse. I sighed and set the thermometer on the table. I felt so bad for him. I only hoped that he would get better. I looked at him again.

He was more pale then before, and his cheeks were flushed.

I sighed again as the front door opened and Sodapop walked in. He looked at the two of us and asked if he was okay. I told him about the doctor's appointment, the coughing, the fever, and now when he got home.

he nodded, and I went over by Ponyboy and picked him up. He was limp, so I knew that he was still sleeping.

I laid him down as Soda came in, ready for bed. I watched him get into bed. Ponyboy never stirred. Even though he was asleep, it was going to be a long night.

Soda POV

I got in bed next to my younger brother. He never moved the entire time. Darry left the room, and I only laid there. I was facing my younger brother, but he never moved. He was in a deep sleep. What ever he was sick with, I hoped that it would just go away.

All my thoughts ended up putting me to sleep.

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A few hours later, I was woken up by the sound of coughing. I looked over at Ponyboy. He was sitting up in bed clutching his chest, and coughing very hard. It was like a nonstop coughing fit.

I had a feeling that it wasn't just a normal cold.

I rubbed his back, and tried to calm him down.

After a few minutes, he had stopped coughing, and laid back down.

I noticed that he was now crying.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"I'm sorry, Soda, for waking you." He responded.

"It's okay, you're fine." And with that we both fell asleep.

Ponyboy POV

The next morning I felt awful.

I was glad that I didn't have to go to school today.

I hardly ate anything for breakfast, and Darry said that he didn't feel comfortable leaving me home alone. I told him that I would be fine, but he didn't budge. He made some phone calls, and told me that Two-bit could watch me.

Honestly, that didn't sound very good, with the pain in my head and chest, but yet Two-bit was a fun guy to be around. I agreed as my brothers left for work.

I just sat on the couch, turned the TV on, and waited for Two-bit.

I broke into another coughing fit, but this one was worse. It lasted longer, and the pain in my chest was unbearable.

It was so hard to catch my breath, and I felt like I was about to pass out. It lasted a few more seconds, then the coughing fit finally went away. My chest was on fire. Mainly my lungs.

Finally, Two-bit came.

He looked like he was in a good mood, but when he saw me, he looked concerned.

"Hey kid" He said. I said, "Hey." My voice was hoarse and dry. It surprised me how bad it sounded.

"You feel okay?" He asked.

I just said the truth. I felt like crap.

He nodded and sat on the couch. He turned the TV on, but the volume was very low, and I was grateful.

I broke into a horrible coughing fit. This one was even more painful then the last. I knew that I was only getting worse.

I felt like I could hardly breathe, and I was about to pass out. I sat on the couch, and Two-bit asked if he could take my temperature. I nodded, and put the thermometer in my mouth.

When it beeped, I took it out and handed it to him, without even looking at it. He looked worried, and I knew that it had to be higher then 102.8, which it was last night. Soda told me that.

"What does it say?"

He answered me with, "103.4"

That was bad. This was the worst cold I ever had. I didn't even think it was a cold anymore. I think it's much worse, I just don't know what though.

Please enjoy chapter 1.