Steve POV
Two-Bit was sleeping. Yes, he was sleeping, but he was sleeping like Two-Bit would sleep.
"How is he comfortable?!" Sodapop yelled. I agree while we were laughing and Darry was chuckling.
Two-Bit had his lower half of his body on the side of the bed as his upper half was dangling over the side and his face was smooshed against the floor. He looked like a duck, honestly. The snoring was making it all the more funnier.
Ow…
"Who knows?!" I said.
Sodapop and I were doubled over, clutching our sides. We were laughing so hard. Darry came strolling over and walked passed us and set two plates down on the table. "Okay boys, sit down and eat," I walked over to the table and watched Soda chuckle as he crutched his way over to the table. "Calm down boys, I don't want you guys to choke and have me be responsible of your deaths."
"Don't worry Dar, it's all good… I think we're good." I mentioned. Darry helped Sodapop into his chair and we began eating the sandwiches Darry had prepared for us. They were pretty good sandwiches. Darry can make some pretty sweet sandwiches.
"Did you even see em Darry?" Sodapop asked with a mouthful of sandwich. He looked pretty stupid.
Ow…
"Yes. For like two seconds because you two boneheads were all over the place and I couldn't really see him." Something struck me. Not mentally, but in my side. Almost like a sharp pain coursing throughout my body. It started in my lower left side of my stomach, then it moved to the right.
Ow!
I silently moved my free hand down to the left side of my stomach and held it, hoping it would do something… but nothing happened.
"Hey, you okay Stevie?" I looked up and saw a perplexed looking Sodapop staring at me with a face full of sandwich. I must've had a certain kind of look on face to express my pain because I felt myself easily un-arch my eyebrows.
"What? Oh yeah, I'm fine."
"Well ya sure didn't look it." I panicked. If I was getting sick, I couldn't let the guys know. Two-Bit's just gettin over bein sick, Pony just got sick.
"Look who's talking! You have a broken fucking leg!" I tried to turn the topic onto something else. The sharp pain made it's way throughout my stomach again.
Ow!
"Steve… something going on? Are my sandwiches not fulfilling your appetite?" Darry took a couple strides to beside me chair.
"What?" I questioned. Big words aren't really my forte.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I scooted my chair out from under the table.
"Guys, I'm fine!" I stood up and the pain that I didn't know what it was shot through me again. "I just gotta use the bathroom…"
I tried my best to look normal while I stumbled my way to the bathroom. "Oh Steve, by the way. It looks like you've got some ketchup on your shirt!" I heard Soda yell as I closed the bathroom door.
Ketchup? I hate ketchup… I locked the door and I could feel my breathing began to hitch. I leaned heavily against the bathroom door causing a loud thud to echo through the house.
Ketchup?! OW!
I looked down at my shirt and I could see something that resembled ketchup stained onto my shirt.
If this is ketchup, why is there so mu- ohmygodit'snotketchup
I unbuttoned my shirt and could feel the "ketchup" smush in my hands. It was soggy just like… yup. It was blood.
Now how the fuck did this happen?
I was beyond confused now. There was a pretty decent sized gash on my left side on my stomach. I don't know how this happened. I was perfectly fine like five minutes ago!
"Oh fuck…" I managed to whisper. But apparently it wasn't as quiet as I thought it was because soon there was a knock on the door.
"Steve, Steve is everything alright in there?" Oh shit… It was Darry.
"Uh-yeah. It's all good." There was a pause of silence.
"Open the door."
What?! I can't let Darry see this.
"Um… I'm afraid I can't do that." It wasn't all a fib of what I just said. My hands were covered in blood from my shirt which made them really slippery. I wouldn't be able to open the door let alone unlock it.
"Open. The door. Now." He was gettin pissed. And there's nothing more scarier than a pissed off Darry Curtis.
"I can't!" I all but yelled.
"Hey Dar, where did you say the thermometer was again?" Oh my god Sodapop Patrick Curtis I owe you big time.
I could hear Darry breathing. "It's over here Soda…" And then his footsteps began to fade away further and further from the door.
What am I going to do about this? I'd have to tell Darry sooner or later so he can patch me up. But before all that, I need to figure out how the hell this happened.
Knock knock. "Yeah?" I answered, out of breath.
"Oh, nevermind." TWO-BIT!
I heaved off the door, opened it and pulled Two-Bit inside. I closed the door and locked it again.
"Steve what the fuck?!" Two-Bit yelled. He sounded a lot better than he did a couple days before. But he still had that nasty cough going on. Overall, he was getting so much better.
Two-Bit stumbled to regain his balance. "I need your help…" I said. I couldn't seem to catch my breath.
"Look Steve man… I don't swing that way." I rolled my eyes.
"Not like that!" I pointed to my shirt.
"What? Do you need help getting that ketchup stain out of y- ohmygodthat'snotketchup…"
Hey guys! Sorry again for the long absence. I know I said I just got over being sick, but somehow I got really sick again. I don't know how. But I PROMISE no more long waits. I'll be updating every Friday afternoon when I get home from school. Stay Gold! *I don't own The Outsiders*
