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Ponyboy's POV (Starts at first day that Darry is sick)
I knew that what Darry had was just a cold, but I was still really worried. His fever was getting pretty high, just under 102. He needed to stay in bed.
I grabbed him kleenexes and then had Soda call him off of work. Soda did, calling goodbye and heading off to work.
When I went into his bedroom and saw that he was struggling to stay awake. I told him to go to sleep and he obeyed, closing his heavy eyelids.
I sat down next to his bed and watched him sleep. I finally understood why Darry loved to watch me sleep, it was reassuring.
Suddenly, a round of sneezes made me jump about ten feet in the air. He didn't seem to notice me and just continue to sneeze and then blew his nose. I was glad that I had brought inI wants to comfort him, he looked miserable, but I knew he wouldn't want me to, so I left, only to check on him every few hours.
Not long after I left I heard the poor guy start to have a sneeze attack again. I grabbed se cough syrup and went into his bedroom. I saw him weakly blowing his nose.
"Darry, do you want some medicine?" I asked.
Just aspirin," he requested nasally. I nodded and left the room.
I saw in the fridge that Soda had bought some apple juice, so I grabbed that and two aspirins.
Darry took them gratefully and let me take his temperature one last time before he fell asleep. It was 102.
I watched him sleep, yawning. I understood why Darry was always so tired. I tried to stay awake Incase he needed something, but my eyelids were too heavy and I fell asleep.
Darry's POV
I woke up feeling a little bit better and saw Pony slumped over in the chair next to me bed. I smiled softly to myself, the poor kid wore himself out today. I was so thankful to have such wonderful brothers.
I knew that I should to get up, but I also knew that Ponyboy was going to hurt his back sleeping like that so I picked him up and put him in bed. He curled himself into a ball in the covers, shivering.
This was one of the reasons I didn't want my brother to take care of me, I hope he doesn't get sick, I thought, just as he drew back and sneezed forcefully. The force didn't even wake him up, he just sniffled and went back to sleep.
I heard the door shut quietly and saw Soda walk in. He saw me and smiled wide.
"Hey, Darry," he called,"Feeling better?"
"A little, yeah," I answered honestly. He looked down at Ponyboy sympathetically.
"He wore himself out," I answered Soda's expression.
"He had a nightmare last night at two, and he never went back to sleep," Soda informed me.
No wonder he got sick, he went to bed at eleven and then was stressing about me all day.
"When I woke up he was slumped over the old chair in my room and I think he's sick," I confessed. To confirm my theory Pony groggily shifted around and then started to cough.
Soda left to go make some strange colorful, and hopefully edible dinner while I stayed in Ponyboy's room.
A/N: Sorry that that was short. I know I did this before, but I have a really good idea with the Pony takes care of Darry and Pony falls ill so Darry takes care of him. I love the brother relationship. (Not incest.) Please don't give up on this story yet, it won't be repetitive, I promise.
