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Dally's POV

It couldn't be too hard to watch a two-year old who was jacked up on drugs, right?

Wrong. I am so very wrong. Toddlers puked and cried and I didn't like either of those things. I should remember that Dallas Winston hates kids.

But Darry asked me to and even if I hated kids I liked Darry and even Ponyboy sometimes when he wasn't sick. I could have Johnny come and help me, he loves Pony. But I can't leave for very long to get to a phone. I don't even have any money. I could steal some.

My inter dialogue continued like this for about ten minutes until Ponyboy started to talk weird to me.

"Are you a bunny? Bunnies love you, but they can smell funny. I like them anyway. They just need to brush their teeth," he told me. His words were heavily slurred and in toddler talk, so it was had to understand. I did know that I didn't make any sense and that he was flying pretty high.

Jonny came in about an hour later. The first thing I told him was the same bunny talk that Ponyboy and I had had. He looked at me as though I was insane, which was uncharacteristically judgmental for him, until I told him about what Ponyboy said.

I heard a gasp and saw Ponybo turn a greenish-white color. Johnny quickly grabbed a basin as Ponyboy threw up. The sound of liquid hitting plastic was enough to make me cringe. I could handle blood, but puking, no way.

If Sheppard or any other acclaimed hood found out my reputation would be ruined, but Johnnycakes wouldn't tell anybody.

Even after I stepped out from the hospital room I could hear his coughing and heaving. I felt awful for leaving, but I knew Johnny could handle taking care of Ponyboy.

I saw Darry down the hallway, so I waved and left the hospital without an explanation.

Darry's POV

I was going to thank Dally for watching Ponyboy, but he walked out of the hallway and just left. I saw Johnny setting down the full basin and understood quickly.

Flashback:

Last year Soda had the flu really bad. Mom was stressed with a toddler and a sick kid, so she forgot to tell the gang not to come over.

Johnny was over because he wanted to help with Ponyboy, who also had a touch of the flu. Pony screamed and cried for mom, but fell asleep for Johnny. Mom kept warning him that he would get sick, but Johnny said that being sick was better than getting a beating. I thought that is was sick that those were his only options.

I felt the couch shift and heard Soda groan, followed by the unpleasant sound of liquid puke hitting the plastic garbage can. Dally walked in and winced at the sight and sound, looking green.

I confronted him later and learned that he hated the sound of puke more then blood or anything else. I found it funny, but was sworn to secrecy by threats.

(End Flashback)

A/N: Sorry that this is so short, but I have violin practice tonight in like ten minutes. Thank you BunnyLuvsU for the suggestion, but I hope you don't mind that I altered it. I think that I liked it a bit better this way. Ducks to ya'll.