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Sara's POV.

Steve gave me a weird look as I ran towards him. "What?" he questioned.

"Soda! He.. he.." I stuttered.

"Where is he?!" Steve yelled, sounded alarmed.

I didn't know what to say. I think I was in shock myself. "WHERE IS HE?!" Steve screamed while shaking me.

I took a deep breath, "He's over there on the curb. We were walking home and he just fell. He looked sick all day and I was starting to worry about him. Then he just fell, and I don't know if he's breathing!" I explained with a unsteady voice.

Steve didn't say anything, he just ran. I quickly ran behind him and before I knew it we were both by Soda's side. "Is he breathing?" I muttered.

"I don't know how to check. Go get the truck and park it over here. We need to get him to the hospital.. NOW," Steve urged.

Without hesitation I ran for my truck and got out the keys. I had trouble starting up the truck because I was shaking a lot. When I did get it in I put my foot down on the gas pedal and gave it my all to get to Soda quick enough. I parked the car pretty good for someone who was shaking like the wind. Steve picked Soda up in his arms and sat Soda up next to me and he jumped in himself. "Alright lets go," Steve said.

When we got to the hospital Steve carried Soda in his arms and told the receptionist that we needed to see a doctor right away. Without hesitation she got the attention of a doctor and before we knew it Soda was hauled in an emergency surgery room on a stretcher.

Steve and I had no idea what had happened to Soda just a few minutes ago. The doctors were in so much of a rush, that they didn't have enough time to tell us what had happened. It didn't seem real. Steve didn't even bother going over to sit in a chair, he just slid down against the wall so he could hit the floor softly. Even thought I wasn't what you'd call "close" with Steve, I decided to join him on the floor.

"Its gonna be okay, Steve. Don't worry," I comforted him. I didn't put my arm around him like they do in the movies. He'd just refuse anyways. Steve looked over at me and smiled and laid his head on my shoulders. I wasn't expecting that at all, considering it was Steve.

"I hope so," he replied after a few minutes.

After an hour or so the doctor finally came out of the doors. At the same time me and Steve jumped up from the floor we were sitting on. "Whats going on? Is he okay?!" Steve demanded.

The doctor looked down at his clipboard and then looked back up at us and smiled, "He's going to be fine. He just had to get his appendix removed, that's all. Even though it is a serious procedure, he made it without a hitch," the doctor explained.

I felt Steve sigh with relief and then he asked if we could go and see him. The doctor said that we could, but at that moment I remembered something very important, Darry and Ponyboy.

"Ah, Steve?" I said.

He turned around to face me and said, "Yeah?"

"Ponyboy and Darry. Are you forgetting about them?" I asked.

Steve face of happiness suddenly went down to shock. "We forgot to call them!" he yelled. But then he remembered he was in a hospital and spoke a little quieter, "You go call them and I'll go in a see Soda."

I did as I was told and went and called Darry and Ponyboy while Steve walked through the door to Soda's room.

Steve's POV.

I wasn't really estatic about seeing my best friend in the hospital. Who really would be? I slowly and quietly walked in the direction of Soda's hospital room, and when I found it, walked in. "Hey buddy," Soda said while struggling to sit up.

"You probably shouldn't move around too much. You might bust your stitches," I warned him. I was really surprised by how happy Soda was, even though he lying down in a hospital bed. Soda finally gave up and lid back down.

"Where is everybody?" he questioned, sounding a little surprised.

"Well, we kinda forgot to call your brothers. But Sara is gone to do that now. They should be here soon," I told him.

"How did I get here anyways?" Soda asked. I don't think he really remembered passing out.

"Well you and Sara were on your way home from work when you just passed out cold on the road. Then Sara went into panic mode and saw me pulling up at your house in your truck. She ran over and got me and we drove you here. You know, your lucky she was with you. She saved your life, Soda," I explained while sitting down in a chair next to him.

"When was I ever not lucky?" Soda replied with a chuckle.

"Well you never changed, that's for sure."

It got quiet for a few minutes after that, but the silence suddenly broke when Sara, Ponyboy, and Darry walked through the door. "Soda! Are you okay? We had no idea what happened to you!" Ponyboy exclaimed while walking through the door in a rush.

"I'm fine," Soda replied while attempting to sit up once more.

"Thank God," Darry said, sounding relieved.

"You know Soda, you really should of told us that you weren't feeling well. It would of saved a lot of trouble," Ponyboy said while leaning against the window.

"I know, but I wasn't thinking," Soda responded.

Sara didn't really say anything. She just stood up at the foot of the bed and watched everyone talking. I was actually surprised that Soda hadn't thanked her yet. But after about an hour of talking together, Darry and Ponyboy decided that they would go home since it was getting late. "Do you want a ride home, Sara?" Darry asked her.

"She can get a ride home with me, if she wants. I'll drop her off at your house so she can get her truck," I offered.

"Yeah, I think I'll just go with Steve," Sara decided.

Darry nodded and walked out of the room with Ponyboy. "I think I'll go start up the car," I said while walking out of the room. I decided that I would leave Sara and Soda alone because I wanted to see if he was going to thank her. But knowing Soda, I thought he would.