Friday came quickly. After that day in the car, I never heard Soda cry again.
"Ponyboy, you need to get up!" Darry came in quickly. I opened my eyes and noticed Darry standing staring at me. I was extremley tried and sore. Darry left the room quickly. I tried to tell him I'd be out in a minute but I was way too tired. He hurried back in with a wet towel and wiped my nose. I noticed it was bleeding again.
"I'm dying. I can tell," I whispered. I wasn't scared. I wanted to close my eyes and sleep but I knew I'd never wake up.
"Where's Soda?" I asked. Then that quickly I shut my eyes. After about a minute, I reopened them. I was strong enough to get out of bed. Darry helped me but I didn't need him to.
We all met at the hospital. Soda had to get a ride from Steve because of having to work. Steve came in and said hi to me and Darry before leaving.
Dr. Westley called Soda back first to see if he was a match. Darry tried engaging me in a conversation but all I could think about is him attending my funeral.
"When I die, I wanna be buried in jeans and a white tee shirt. I would love to have grease in my hair but..." I started but Darry interrupted me.
"You willl because you are gonna live a long time," Darry said so I dropped it. At least he knew now. Anyone who met me knew I was dying. Even Steve knew it.
"Pony," Dr. Westely calls and I head back there, passing Soda on the way.
"Soda was about as close as you can get. I am very glad we can do this today. Just hold on," He said going to grab the needle.
"So Pony, how was this morning?" He asked as he stuck the needle in my hip. It didn't hurt much, either because I was numb or because I wasn't thinking.
"I couldn't get up I was so tired," I laughed.
"Well that's done, we can take you to your room," He said walking back into the waiting room.
"Darry, Sodapop," Dr. Westley said.
"It's a pretty far walk, can you do it Pony?" He asked. I nodded. I couldn't do a lot of things since I got this disease but one of the few things I haven't had a problem with was walking. Although I hadn't walked this far yet.
When we got to the room, Dr. Westley talked to Darry while Soda put my stuff away.
"When you get out of here and you're all better, We can play football with the whole gang. We can even get Darry on our team," Soda smiled. I smiled too beacuse in that moment I saw my cancer more like a cold instead of a deadly disease.
"We gotta go later but I want you to know we will always be here for you. Even If you can't see us," he said. I started to tear up but didn't say anyting, I didn't want the chemo to do the talking. I remember watching the sunset from the hospital window. I could barely see it through the blinds and it made me realize how lucky I was to be at home when I was.