Disclaimer- I do not own The Outsiders. Its plot and characters belong to SE Hinton. The One Last Wish Series is by Lurlane McDaniel. Although this is not a crossover a lot of my ideas for this fic came from the book Someone Dies Someone Lives in that series.
December 1967
Disclaimer- I do not own The Outsiders. Its plot and characters belong to SE Hinton. The One Last Wish Series is by Lurlane McDaniel. Although this is not a crossover a lot of my ideas for this fic came from the book Someone Dies Someone Lives in that series.
December 1967
Pony's Pov- I woke up and it was daylight. Soda was asleep clutching my hand and Darry was sitting in a chair beside me with his head on the bed. I was awfully tired but I knew the doctor would be up here soon dragging me away for that biopsy.
Steve and Two-Bit had come by last night and promised that they would see me afterwards. I was glad for it. To tell the truth I was scared to death. I hadn't been worried about being sick before I collapsed yesterday but now I was positively terrified. People don't get tests done for nothing.
Soda stirred a bit. His brown eyes met mine. He gave my hand a squeeze. "How ya feelin kiddo?" he asked.
I gave a soft smile. It was all I felt like giving. "Been better." I joked half-heartedly. Soda gave me a sad look.
"And you'll be better again." He said confidently. I wish I had his confidence but I don't.
Darry woke up then. "Mornin." He said. I nodded.
"You scared kiddo?" Darry asked
Of course I was. How could I not be?
"I'm not really." I lied. I'm a good liar.
There was some commotion and some orderlies walked in with a gurney. "Well Ponyboy it's time." I gulped and looked at my brothers. Two of the orderlies came towards me. Darry stopped them.
"I'll put him on it." He said. They nodded. Gently carefully my oldest brother took the oxen tubes of me and placed me on the gurney. It occurred to me that he hadn't been that gentle with me in years.
As I was rolled down the long hallways my brothers ran alongside me each holding one of my hands.
"You'll be okay little buddy." Darry said.
"Yeha you'll be fine. We love ya kid." Soda added. I nodded.
When I got back to the OR a mask was placed over my face. "Just count to ten kid and you'll fall asleep. When you wake up this will all be over, just a bad dream."
No I thought, it will all have just begun.
Soda's POV- Darry and I sat in the waiting room, the gang came in. I was glad for it. I needed to have my friends with me. Two-Bit waltzed over with Steve in tow.
"Heeeeeeellllllloooow everybody!" he said happily. I rolled my eyes.
"Do you have to be so cheerful twenty-four-seven?" Darry asked. He was dog tired, so was I.
"Do you always have to be so grumpy?" Steve asked sarcastically. Darry gave him a warning look and I stifled a giggle. This is why friends are important. They help you through the hard times and laugh with you through the good.
Something was telling me that we were about to have a lot of hard times a head and I just wish I could ignore that something.
It was one long night after my surgery. I was barley able to stay awake I was so tired and my chest hurt. They had me on a higher level of oxygen. It was harder to breath after that surgery. DR. Wallace said it was because of the anesthesia and the fact that I was under stress. Golly but was I under stress.
My brother and the guys were trying to keep my spirits up; they were trying their best, they really were, but it wasn't helping much. Two-Bit was trying to make me laugh, Steve and Soda were telling me stories and Darry kept vigil over us all but it didn't help, it just didn't help.
I had finally gotten to sleep when I had, you guessed it, one of my almost famous nightmares. I woke up sweating barley able to breath. Soda stroked my hair. "Easy honey, easy." I sniffled.
Darry woke up and came over. "Easy buddy. Come on breath; take a deep breath baby. Take a deep breath."
A nurse came in and asked if I was okay. Soda comforted me while Darry explained to her about my nightmares. Slowly I calmed down into a deep and peaceful sleep.
When I awoke again it was daylight and Doctor Wallace was in my room. He was talking to my brothers. I was still half asleep but I was able to make out their conversation.
"It's called cardiomyopathy, viral cardiomyopathy."
"What is that exactly?" Darry asked in a concerned voice.
Dr. Wallace looked my way. "I see Ponyboy is up. Let me explain it now." Soda and Darry looked my way. Soda was wide eyed like he had been slapped.
He walked over and grabbed my hand. I was glad for it; something told me this wasn't all that simple. I was right too.
"Your heart is a muscle. A virus has attacked your heart. It is destroying it." I gulped.