Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own with The Outsiders nor do I make a profit from S.E. Hinton's work fabulous work. (I wish I could write like she does!) S.E. Hinton is the true owner of The Outsiders.

Important A/N: *** Surgery is never used to treat Leukemia because leukemia starts in the bone marrow, but I have changed it specifically for this story.

Darry's POV

Today was Ponyboy's surgery. He was in the shower while Sodapop and I ate breakfast.

I knew Ponyboy was scared, Soda was scared, and heck, I was scared out of my mind. But I wouldn't let either of my brothers know that. I needed to be string for them. I could be strong for them, my brothers were everything to me.

We all piled up into the truck. I heard Ponyboy's scared voice whisper,

"What if it doesn't work? Then what will I do?" I shook my head. Soda tried to be supportive, but before he could get words out he choked on the sobs that racked his body.

"You can't give up Ponyboy." I told him honestly.

We walked into the hospital, tough hood looks masking our fear and insecurity. The story of a greaser's life.

Sodapop and I tightly held Ponyboy's hand until they wheeled him away and into the operating room.

I watched the entire way until going to the waiting room to see if my brother was going to be okay or not.

Soda's POV

I watched as my little thirteen year old brother was wheeled away into surgery to try to cure his cancer while my older brother/guardian filled out the paperwork and tried to call our gang of four hoods while three of them where severely hungover and one was beat up last night by his father.

Is that really my life? What the heck has my pathetic life come to?

I was bouncing my leg the whole time and checking out a few cute nurses.

Then, after a few hours the doctor came out with a grim look.

"I'm sorry boys, we took out he's spleen but discovered its in his blood stream. Is give him about four months tops. I'll tell Ponyboy if you want, but I think you guys should. I'll prescribe him medicine to help with the pain. He should have to start it in about eight or nine weeks." Doctor Prescott told us somberly.

I choked on a sob, my head in my hands. Hadn't we suffered enough? There was no hope now. Even before this there was some hope but now, nothing. All I could do was sob.

We had failed Ponyboy.

Darry's POV

All I could do was stare at the doctor in front of us. This was a joke right? Yeah, Two-Bot probably set it up. I heard Soda sob as he had already processed the information. I knew now that it wasn't some kind of sick joke.

How do you tell a kid that he was going to die?

A/N: Sorry Darry's was short, but he was still processing. Please stay with me, I got some more tricks up my sleeve for this story. Please R & R, even if you would like to hunt me down with a pitchfork. (Hides) I promise that next chapter will be longer, but I wanted to leave it there.