Hello, this is Writes Like Crazy. Okay I'm really sorry I haven't updated yet, it's just the end of the school year and final exams. It was just too hectic. But now I'm back on track, so here is chapter 3….

Chapter 3

Ponyboy's POV

I was unbearably warm, and I couldn't take it.

I heard voices talking all around me whenever I was semi-conscious. Sometimes the voices would be angry, sometimes they were sad. I couldn't really piece together who the voices belonged to but I could tell that whoever the voices belonged to, were worried.

I don't know what time it was when it happened but suddenly I had an unbearable urge to empty my stomach. I gasped and shot up out of someone's hold. I quickly threw blankets off me and stumbled out of bed. "Ponyboy?" I heard someone ask groggily behind me. I didn't have time to answer, as I threw open the door.

I winced as it smacked against the wall. I ran out into the hallway and stumbled as I pushed open the bathroom door. I clutched my stomach and barely made it to the toilet. I kept coughing and coughing, until finally something came out. I opened my eyes and saw that tiny flecks of blood were in the toilet. I coughed again and there was more blood now. I closed my eyes again and groaned in pain. This cannot be happening I thought, and then I felt a warm hand on my back.

Sodapop's POV

I had just fallen back asleep, when suddenly Ponyboy gasped and jerked out of my hold. I jumped, startled. He stumbled out of bed, and was groping at the door handle when I found my voice again. "Ponyboy?" I asked groggily. He didn't even turn to answer me when he threw open the door. It smacked loudly against the wall. He then proceeded to run down the hall, as I stared bewilderedly after him. I heard the bathroom door open and then retching.

"Ponyboy!" I shouted as I threw the blankets off myself. I slammed into the hallway wall as I ran out of our room, and then turned to go to Darry's room. I opened his door and stared wildly around the dark room. "Darry!" I shouted. "What? What is it?" He asked quickly, appearing from under the sheets. I gulped. "It's Ponyboy." I whispered shakily. "What!" Darry shouted in disbelief. He got up from his bed and quickly strode across the room toward me, fear evident in his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something when I heard Ponyboy vomit again. He started to cough, and then I head a groan. I turned back to Darry and then bolted out the of the room, with him hot on my heels.

I got to the bathroom first, and the sight I saw made me want to scream. Ponyboy was leaning into the toilet with his eyes closed. He still had a feverish glow to him as I walked over to him. Darry stood in the doorway, too shocked to move. Sure he had seen our brother throw up, but not like this. I knelt down beside Pony, and put a hand on his back. He jumped and slowly looked up at me. Sweat slid down his face as another cough racked his body. "S-soda?" He whispered hoarsely. "Yeah, I'm here baby." I said, smiling gently down at him.

I was about to ask him what had happened, when I saw something in the toilet. I peered over Ponyboy's head and saw blood. I stood up quickly. "Pepsi-cola, you alright?" Darry asked suddenly coming back to his senses. I suddenly scooped up Ponyboy in my arms, and carried his shaking form over to Darry. Pony groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. "Go look in the toilet!" I commanded as I carried Pony out of the bathroom. Darry did as he was told and went over to the toilet. I turned in the doorway as Darry leaned over the toilet; he looked grim when he turned back to me. "Get in the car." He ordered his voice tight with fear. I nodded and turned back out into the hallway, but first I went to Pony's room. As I walked into the room I hoisted Pony's unconscious form over my shoulder as I stooped down too pick up a thick black from the bed. "Mom? No mom don't leave me!" He yelled as I gently laid him on the bed.

I stared sadly down at him as he mumbled something again. "Don't worry Pony, were going to get you better." I whispered as I wrapped him up in the blanket. As I finished wrapping the blanket around Pony, Darry appeared in the door way. "Ready to go?" He asked anxiously. I nodded and was about to pick up Pony again when Darry stepped forward. "I'll carry him." He said cradling Ponyboy. I couldn't say I wasn't a little upset by this but I sighed and quietly followed Darry out of the room.

As we rounded the corner to the living room Darry stopped. Of course, I didn't notice this until I had ran straight into the living-brick-wall. I gave a sigh of frustration."Why'd we stop? We need to get to the hospital, Dare. He's really sick.".

"Shh! We have to be quiet, look who's on the couch!" I peeked around him.

Sure enough, there was Steve, lying on the couch. I forgot he spent the night. I didn't see how we were going to get out of the house with Steve here. He's a really light sleeper with his Dad an' all. Darry seemed to be thinking the same thing.

"We'll just have to do the best we can, 'kay little buddy?" I nodded, and we carefully made our way to the front door.

We tried our best to avoid all the furniture so we didn't trip and make a loud crash, and watched for any toy or skateboard etc. that would make noise.

We were almost to the door when I made the mistake of stepping on one of the creaky floor boards. Steve's eyes snapped open.

"What're you guys doing? Who's in the blankets?" He asked groggily. Darry turned and glared at me.

I scratched the back of my head.

"We were... going to the hospital." I sighed. I had meant to lie, but when Steve looked at you like that, it was damn near impossible to. Steve looked at us, confused. "Why? You guys okay?" He sounded concerned.

"It's Ponyboy," I said, "he's really sick, and he needs to go to the hospital. We tried not to wake ya." He looked at Pony, finally seeing the reddish-brown hair that poked through the blanket.

"You guys want me to come?" I shook my head.

"It's fine. We got it covered, man." He looked at me, then came to a decision.

"Well, I'm coming anyway." He said and hopped up, still in his jeans and shirt from yesterday. "Steve, you really don't-" Darry cut me off.

"Alright, but hurry up and get in the truck. I think he's getting worse." He said, looking down at Ponyboy.

Steve nodded and opened the door for me and Darry. Darry got the driver's seat, Steve hopped in the passenger seat, and I went in the back with Pony. I moved his sweaty bangs from his eyes.

"Don't worry, honey. We'll be there soon."

I thought this was a great ending point and thank you Cirruz The Night Elf for the wonderful idea :) Plus now that it's summer time I have all the time in the world to write! Please Review. :)