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*Darry*

I go visit Pony at the hospital right when I'm done with work. As much as I wanted to, I can't take any more days off. Someone has to pay the bills.

I park my rusty pathetic excuse for a car and make my way to Pony's room. The test results came in today. The doctor wanted to set up a meeting so we can discuss them. I assume the worse, you wouldn't really set up a meeting to talk about how great someone's doing,would you. I knock on the door to his office.

"Come in." He calls. Inside there was one desk with chairs on both sides, and his diploma hanging above on the wall of course. Bordering the room was a bunch of book cases filled with books and journals. I don't think a doctors office can look anymore stereotypical.

"Hello Darry. Now as you know I'm here to talk about Ponys EEG test results. Unfortunately they came back positive, so Pony does have epilepsy. He can still carry on with his everyday life. But, there are a couple of precautions and limitations. The state law prohibits him from driving unless he is seizure free for at least 6 months. Activities like swimming and sailing can be done, but only with supervision. However, jogging, football, and a lot of other sports are reasonably safe. In fact daily exercise might even improve seizure control. But he will have to avoid dehydration and overexertion as these can increase the risk of another seizure."

"How often will his seizures be?"

"It's different for everyone. The medication we put him on should help control them, but it's not certain that it will completely stop his seizures. If he has another one make sure you don't hold him down, as this can result injury like a dislocated shoulder. Call 911 is it is longer than 3 minuets. He can leave once he has all his stuff together. Usually the family prefers to tell the patient themselves, but if you want I can explain everything to him."

"No. I mean-no thanks." I quickly answer. Pony would take it a lot better if I tell him myself.

The doctor gives me a sympathetic look. "Okay good luck."

I mumble a thanks and start walking to Ponys room. Not quite finding the right words to tell everyone. Should I get right to the point? Or maybe ease him into the news? Should I make it sound like important? Or no big deal. But my mind went blank when I open the door to his room, along with everything I was mentally preparing, everything I was thinking.

*Ponyboy*

Darry comes in my room with a panicked look.

"You okay Darry?"

"Yeah, everything's great."

"Okay... Did you get the results for the test yet?."

" Yes."

"And?"

He hesitates.

"It's negative. Congratulations! The doctor said you can come home today."

I couldn't believe it. I've been stressing myself out over this so much. Soda runs up and gives me a hug.

"See? I told you." He tells me, smugly.

Darry watches in confusion from the corner.

"Are you sure you're okay Darry?" I ask him suspiciously. That's not how someone would usually act after finding out that you're brother doesn't have epilepsy.

"I'm fine, just got a lot on my mind."

Something felt off, but I still couldn't help but be happy. Nothing was going to change.

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