Chapter 4: Running a marathon
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Darry's POV
As I sat down I heard Ponyboy's heart monitor steadily begin increasing in beats. It soon was beeping so fast it sounded as if Ponyboy ran a marathon. Soda put his hand in Pony's and immediately Pony's heart slowed down. I squeezed Pony's hand and then I felt it. He squeezed it back.
At first I was froze, I felt as if I moved it would disappear, but I finally came to my senses and alerted a doctor that Ponyboy had responded and squeezed my hand.
"Darrel, I'm sorry, but squeezing your hand doesn't always mean something. He needs time to repair his lung. I have no idea how long it will be before he comes out of his coma. And until then we won't know if he has any brain damage," was how the doctor explained it to me. I felt my heart deflate.
Feeling like an idiot, I walked back into Ponyboy's room only to find Soda taking to him and then I saw Pony's eyelids slowly flutter open. I missed those crystal clear green orbs so much.
"Ponyboy?" I whispered.
I grabbed a doctor to take out the breathing tube.
"Alright Ponyboy, this might hurt a little. When I say three I'm going to pull this out and I want you to take a big breathe, okay?" Pony nodded at the doctor's orders.
Pony coughed at first, but was able to breath on his own. The doctor left after a few minutes and Ponyboy started to talk.
"Johnny," he mumbled, so quiet I almost couldn't hear him. His voice was so hoarse and strained it made me thirsty.
"It's Soda and Darry," Soda told him. Pony slowly shook his head.
"Stay Gold," he mumbled and then fell back asleep.
Just then one of the nurses walked in.
"Ponyboy was just awake and talking to us," I told her. She smiled.
"Was he coherent?" She asked. I shook my head.
"He was talking about our dead friends," I informed her.
"That's just the drugs, not a sign of brain damage. Actually, if he's responding like this, brain damage is unlikely, but still possible," she told me. I was so excited that Pony most likely would make a full recovery. Nothing else could go wrong from here, right?
A/N: Of course when you have a really good chapter it gets deleted. This chapter was all one thing, but I promise next chapter will be more interesting. Please please give suggestions/ideas. I'll be your very best friend ;)
Aufenthalt Gold,
~Alee