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I'm sorry that I didn't get this up sooner, as soon as I posted my last chapter my internet went out. :(
Ponyboy's POV
The next time I woke up I was a little bit clearer. I cracked open my eye and saw Soda slumped over his chair and Darry was stirring some coffee, not facing me.
I tried to say something, but my voice was totally gone. I started to fall back asleep again. I wanted to talk to Darry before I fell back asleep. I didn't get my wish because soon all I saw a swirling black mist that covered everything.
Darry's POV
Ponyboy hadn't woken up very much within the last two days, but his fever was down to 101 and occasionally spiked to 102.5, but that's wasn't anything dangerous.
It didn't help my concern. Shouldn't he have woken up by now? I thought.
The doctor said that he was okay to go home, so I was tasked with trying to wake him up. He was awake for the wheelchair ride to the truck, but once we all got in he was asleep again. The doctor said that his energy would be just totally shot for a little while.
X (Two Days Later)
I took Ponyboy's temperature and saw it had spiked to 103. He had been keeping it around 102, but I saw him starting to sweat and get pale so I decided to check it again.
I told Soda to get a cool bath ready for him. When I put him in the bath he tensed, shifting away from the cold water.
I kept splashing the water on his hot body, but he never relaxed until I started to talk to him. I talked to him in a soothing, rough voice and he relaxed all the way to sleep.
During all of this he never once opened his green-grey orbs that I missed staring into so much. You could read all of his emotions in them, but they were closed, dull, and lifeless and I would do anything to see some life in them.
Ponyboy's POV
I woke up when I felt something cold hit my feverish body.
I didn't know what was happening, but I felt exposed and I definitely wanted to fix that. I tried fixed it by covering up with my hands, but I still felt uncomfortable. Who did these people think they were undressing me like this?
Then I heard that second voice again. Not the honey sweet one, but the rough and strong one. That was the one that made me feel safe and protected. I slowly started to relax and let them put the cool water on my feverish body. I felt them pull me out of the bath and wrap me in a towel before I fell asleep.
A/N: This was only 600 words, again. Sorry guys.