As soon as my alarm began to ring, I knew something wasn't right. Each loud clash of metal made my head pound, like somebody was smashing a hammer on it. I groaned and turned it off. Instead of getting up right away, I just laid there. I was extremely tired and my head was still pounding. All I could think of was falling back asleep, but then reality hit me and I remembered I had to go to work. I got up slowly and already knew that was a mistake. I stood on my feet, ignoring my urge to puke and killer headache. I began to walk to the bathroom, then ran. I made it just in time to throw up in the toilet. My hands were shaking, not from just vomiting, but because I was freezing cold. I threw up one more time before turning on the shower.
So what if I'm a little sick I thought to myself. I still have to go to work. I rested my head on the wall, as the warm water fell on my back. I stared at my feet, thinking about how I need to shave and wash my body, but I was too tired. Then I started thinking about how weak I felt. I forced myself to wash and quickly get out of the hypnotically soothing shower. I cleared the fog off the mirror and debated whether I should shave or not. I ended up not and just leaving the small whiskers on my face. I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to get changed. I shivered the entire time as I embraced the almost ice cold air. Even fully dressed I still shook with cold, so I put on a jacket. I walked to the kitchen to get ready.
"So-" I began to call out to wake my younger brothers but stopped myself in my tracks. My voice was hoarse and scratchy. "Soda, Pony Get up!" I yelled out, ignoring the pain it caused my throat. I heard somebody get up from the room and sighed with relief I wouldn't have to call again.
"Morning Muscles." Ponyboy said tiredly, going in the bathroom to shower.
"Wait, Pony wake up Soda." I said, my voice cracking. He didn't notice the odd tone and went to do what I had asked him to. I heard a yell come from their room and from the corner of my eye, saw both boys race to the bathroom. The door slammed and I winced, my headache spiked from a 7 to a full blown ten. I continued to make breakfast, the usual eggs, but I was rushing to get it done so I could sit down before work. Soda walked to the kitchen, even with insane bedhead he looked as handsome as always.
"Darry, you don't look so hot." He said, taking one look at me.
"I'm fine. Just finish these eggs and get ready." I replied back. He traded places with me and I went to lay on the coach.
"I think you should stay home from work today, Superman, you don't sound good either." He called to me. I closed my eyes, hoping the darkness would help my headache go away. I felt myself drift and I quickly opened my eyes. I have to go to work. Pony was eating breakfast at the table with Soda, I guess I did fall asleep for a couple minutes there.
"You hungry?" Soda asked, noticing I was awake. I shook my head.
"We should head out, Pony's got school and we gotta work." I said, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. My head hurt so bad I felt like I was going to pass out.
"Darry... It's 6:00, you've been sleeping all day, with a 102 fever." Soda said, worried. "Lay back down you're lookin pale." 6:00? 6:00?! At night?! The sudden surprise sent me in a whirlpool of stress. I missed work today. I won't be able to pay the bills, I'll lose everything! All these thoughts and my headache didn't mix well because before I could think of anything else, I felt a warm liquid on my chest.
"Darry!" I heard Soda yell, I thought he was coming toward me, but it was only a linebacker.
A/N: He was delusional at the end incase that last part didn't make sense XD R&R please!