1Darry's POV

I had just finally started to rest . Two-Bit and I had decided to say here for the night . It is freezing and I wished I had a jacket. Not for me , though; to give to Soda . He's shaking and the fact that he's sick makes it a whole lot worse .

My head us rested on the tree . My arms are wrapped around Soda . I hope my body heat is keeping him warm . I feel the slight constant twitch of him shaking in my arms . I found that weird , though , because when you hold him he feels so hot . I'm no doctor but I'm pretty sure it's bad for someone to be this hot when it's this cold outside . Right?

Two-Bit is sitting right next to me . He isn't sleeping or trying to relax . He's just staring at the dirt on the ground . While deep in thought he taps the stick he found on the ground in a steady beat . I wish I knew what he was thinking . Two-Bit doesn't look worried or scared . He looks determined . I might look like that on the outside but I'm panicking on the inside . My thoughts are so messed up right now.

I'm thinking that as soon as it get light enough we have to get moving .

I'm thinking that if I don't get Soda some help soon he's going to die .

I'm thinking that we need to find some food on the way or all of us are going to starve .

I'm thinking that we need to find Dally .

I'm thinking about Pony and how he must feel about this whole situation.

I'm thinking that I don't know what to think .

I close my eyes and rest it on the tree trunk , wrap my arms tighter around my brother and try and get some sleep .

Dally's POV

It's been about five hours since I left Darry, Soda, and Two-Bit. I just wish they would have came with me. I didn't mean to be as mean as I was to Darry and I hope he's not mad . Now that I've been by myself for a couple of hours and had a chance to think everything over, I realize I was wrong . I know how much Darry loves Sodapop and now that he's sick and hurt Darry is really going to look after him .

But right now I can't think about them . I have to think about getting myself out of here . I look at my arm . My jean jacket is covered in blood . I used the knife I found to cut the bottom o my shirt to try and stop the bleeding . It's not working too well.

I hacked at dangling tree branches and vines . I hate the fucking woods .

Darry's POV

" Darry ...... Darry ......" a voice called . I woke up to the strange voice . It was familiar though . I looked around for a second then realized that it was Soda's voice . He hadn't talked in so long that I forgot what his voice sounded like .

I looked down. Soda squirmed like a fish out of water . His eyes still remained closed and his face showed no expression . He shifted from side to side calling my name . I'm not sure if he's awake .

" Darry......help ..... Darry......." he called again . His voice wasn't loud . Was barely over a whisper . And even though his facial expression didn't change , there was so much pain and emotion in his voice that immediately scared me .

I lay him down flat on the ground and call for Two-Bit .

" Darry .......... he's got me - help ...... Darry ..........." he cried .

His head tossed from left to right . At that moment I suddenly realized what was happening . He was imagining that he was being attacked by the Soc's again .

I placed my hands on his shoulders to try and keep him still . He took in labored deep breaths and it killed me to see him like this .

I looked up at Two-Bit . He sat near Soda's head and stroked his hair while he shushed him .

" Soda it alright ; it's alright." I say .

He's still fighting though. I don't know if he can hear me.

" Stop.......... please stop – it hurts ......... Darry make him stop ...... please...." begged Soda .

" Shhhhh Soda . You're okay . He's not going to hurt you any more . Soda calm down." I say . I hope he can hear me because if he can't I don't know what to do.

He squeezes his eyes shut tighter and moans in pain . Then he takes in short breaths .

Suddenly he stops moving and lies deadly still .

" He stopped." announces Two-Bit .

I nod my head .

" Yeah" I say , " He stopped. And I'm not sure if that's good or bad."