Whisper in the Wind

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Ponyboy's POV (March 14th, 1965)

I got to get out of the hospital, finally. I flat out refused to ride in a stupid wheelchair. Darry gave me a stern, annoyed look and I sat down in it with an angry huff. But as soon as that old, plump nurse was gone I stood up and stalked out of that atrocious hospital rebelliously on my own two feet with my brothers on my heels.

The mere idea of sitting in a car chilled me to the bone. I sat between my brothers in the truck, breathing heavy with my eyes closed tightly and my fiats clenched. I remained that way the entire car ride, but oddly enough my brothers didn't say anything.

But when we got home Darry commanded me to lay down. I pouted, but had enough sense not to argue. I could barely keep my eyes open anyhow, even though it frustrated me. I was so sick of doing nothing but sleeping. Before I closed my eyes, though, I ripped my hospital band off, happy to be free from hopefully more than just the uncomfortable sticky paper.

(March 29th)

"Please, Darry," I groaned. "Just down the block. How much trouble can I get into in a block?"

"With you," he rolled his eyes, "don't remind me. Trouble finds you, Ponyboy."

I ignored the hurt his comment made and instead tried to make an innocent face.

"Please, Dar?"

"Fine," he gave in and I hollered in delight. "Just down the block. That's it. If you're not back in under an hour I'm comin' lookin' for ya."

It had been over two weeks of doing nothing but lazin' around and sleeping. The warm, fresh air felt refreshing on my skin. But I could feel that I was severely out of shape, and like I promised I turned around at the end of the block. I wanted to push it a lot farther, try and run, but I was wheezing and out of breath by time I neared the house.

As it so unfortunately turned out, a relaxing walk wouldn't cure my sleeping issues like I had planned. That night, at two a.m., I still wasn't even near sleep. My head pounded in my ears as I slipped out of bed in search of some aspirin.

I grabbed the bottle of pills from the medicine cabinets, but something fell down. The label curiously caught my eye.

Benadryl.

I remembered that Soda used to have really bad hay fever when he was little, though he grew out of it by time he turned thirteen. But when his symptoms got really bad, a single pill would not only cure his allergic reaction, but would put him straight to sleep.

Without pondering the thought any longer I down two pills dry and snuck quietly back into my own room, hoping the medicine would soon take affect.

I barely remembered a thing after my head hit the pillow by morning. I slept, for the first time in forever, peacefully.

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