Darry's POV:

I woke up in a room with bright lights and white wallpaper. This isn't my room, where am I? Oww My head was pounding and I was freezing, but sweating bullets at the same time. There were at least 3 IVs in both of my arms, and my vision was extremely fuzzy. Where are Pony and Soda? Are they okay?

I tried to speak, but there was a weird tube in my mouth. There was also one in my nose and in the side of my stomach. So instead I just groaned, trying to gain someone's attention outside of my room.

I began drifting off to sleep, but suddenly heard the door crack open again and forced my eyes to open.

"Hey, Dar, you okay?"

I recognized that voice, even though I couldn't make out there appearance. Sodapop I thought. I wanted to let him know I was here, but I couldn't make out any words and just ended up making weird noises with my groggy voice.

"It's okay, Dar, you don't gotta talk, I know you're awake."

There was a long silence between us, until Sodapop pulled over a chair and sat next to me. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it hard.

Soda suddenly broke down and was full-on sobbing. I felt so bad for him, and all I wanted to was reach out to him and give him a hug, but these stupid tubes were stopping me from moving.

"Darry, you gotta be okay, don't die on me Darry."

I tried to nod and squeezed Soda's hand back as a tear dripped down my face.

"I don't wanna worry you or anything, but… Pony passed out cold when we got to the hospital. I'm really worried about him, he wasn't waking up when the nurse tried to wake him up, so she wheeled him off on a gurney."

I felt my heart rate pick up. Pony? Pony was worried about me so much that it hurt him? I have to live for Pony, he has to get better.

"I'm gonna go see how he is, alright?"

I squeezed his hand back to signal that I understood.

"Be right back."

Soda left the room and began talking to the doctor outside.

Soda's POV:

Darry didn't look good at all when I went in to see him. He was as pale as the white sheets laying on him, and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, but he was shivering at the same time. I told him about what happened to Pony, and he seemed to not lose his mind as bad as I thought he would. So, I left to go to Pony's room and was stopped by Darry's doctor in the hall.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Sodapop Curtis, brother of Darrel and Ponyboy Curtis?"

"Yes, that's me."

"Good, I need to speak to you about their test results."

"Okay."

"So, Ponyboy has had a heart attack, which is very unusual for a young man of his age. We would like to keep him here to monitor his heart rate, which is still very high. We would also like to do some x-rays on his chest if that is okay with you."

I nodded.

"We will keep him on medications, and he will need to continue taking them after he is discharged, but he should remain home from school for a week or so for recovery."

I gasped after hearing the word "heart attack." I can't believe Ponyboy had a heart attack. He's so young, what could have gotten him so worked up about being in a hospital?

"Pony had a," I choked, "heart attack?"

"Yes, but he should be okay, now let me tell you about Darry. He is in a bit of a… different situation."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, Darry has pneumonia and the flu. Which can be deadly when combined. Is it also true that he had a concussion before entering this hospital?"

I still couldn't fathom what this doctor was telling me, so I had a hard time responding to him.

"Excuse me, sir, are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, yes the doctor told us he had a mild concussion and the flu. He fell down some stairs and hit his head on concrete outside when he passed out yesterday."

"Yes, well I'm afraid it has become more serious, and we'd like to take some x-rays and an MRI on him just to make sure."

"Um, okay I guess."

"Well, would you like to call your parents to tell them to come to the hospital?"

I took a deep swallow, trying to hold back the tears.

"My parents are dead."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, is there anyone else you would like to call?"

"Yes, but can I go see Pony after?"

"He is still sleeping, but you can go sit with him until he wakes up if you would like."

"Sure, thanks."

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one. I was listening to a really sad song while writing this (lol) so I was trying super hard not to cry. But anyways, hope you guys liked this one. Get ready for the next one! Review plz!