OS: I'm in the musical South Pacific and this week is show week, and Thursday is opening night! I most like won't have time to write for the rest of this week. I love all the great reviews. Does anyone have any idead or plot plans they'd like to suggest?
~Sky Tales
PS. I'm so pathetic. I can figure out how to review other people's stories. Someone wanna tell me how? E-mail me at star_light149@hotmail.com
Steve
"Okay Pony." The doctor said calmly. "I'm going to feel your rib cage and you tell me when it hurts." Pony, who was sitting up in bed, nodded. We all were standing back, leaning on the wall.
The doctor carefully starting pressing his side, starting above his pant line and working up. Pony, who's back was facing us, was fun until he got half way up, where he jolted, stifling a noise. The doctor nodded, marking something down on his clipboard. He the started taking off the bandage, slowly, stopping when he must of been able to see the wound.
"Has it been bothering you?" The doctor asked, walking to a cabinet and taking out a blue plastic case, and then walking back over and setting it on the bed beside him.
"Not really." Pony answered. "I can hardly feel it half the time." The doctor took a cotton ball and some clear liquid out of the container, then pulled on a pair of rubber gloves.
"I'm going to have to clean it." The doctor said calmly. "It's going to hurt." Pony's copper colored head nodded. Soda fidgeted. The doc dipped the cotton ball in the liquid, then pressed it to the kid. He stiffened, and goose-flesh went up his back. The man set the cotton ball on the county. I could see it was rust colored.
"I think you're going to have to started staying still." The doctor said. "Every time you move you're making the stitches tear your skin." He frowned. "I think you may need to stay another few days. It looks infected." Pony nodded solemnly. Daarry stood up. The doctor smiled at him. "I think he's going to be fine. He's just a typical fourteen year old who can't keep still. At the latest he should be able to go home by Saturday, but even then he must be still."
They talked a few more minutes, as the doctor rewrapped Ponyboy and made him lay back down, and then he left. Darry sighed, sitting down on a chair beside the bed.
"I gotta tell you two somethin'." He said, looking from Pony to Soda. Soda quickly walked over, pulling himself onto the bed next to Ponyboy, who eyes' widened.
"What's a matter?" Soda asked. Two-Bit and I started to inch out of the room, but Darry signaled us to stay.
"You know that man that came the day Ponyboy woke up?" He asked. They both nodded. "He was from the state."
"What?" Pony asked, sitting up.
"You mean he didn't have an IQ?" Two-bit asked, trying to lighten then mood.
"What'd he want?" Soda asked, tensely.
"I. . ." Darry sighed again. "Well, since we all were in trouble a few times in the last year, Family Court wants to put you two in a foster home until we go to court." A stricken silence came over them. My heart jumped. They can't just tear apart a family like that, can they? "They said It'd be maybe a week. . . . ."
"They can't do that." Soda said, his voice cracking. "They can't!"
"This is my fault, isn't it?" Pony asked, getting as pale a sheet. "I didn't mean-"
"This isn't your fault." Soda said, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, wiping vainly at the tears that were trying to make their way to his eyes. "Not your fault. Got it?" Pony pulled his legs up, hugging them and burying his head in his arms. and his body shook momentarily.
"It's not your fault Ponyboy." Darry said, sternly. "This is the stupid people at the stated." He rubbed his brother shoulder. "It's only going to be for a week, alright? And. . . and I'm trying to get it so you go to someone you knows. ."
"A week's an awful long time." Soda said, cupping his head in his hands. "How can they do this?" Pony sat back up, sighing, looking like he might cry.
I looked at Two-bit, who looked shocked, and miserable.
"What if the court goes wrong?" Soda said, leaning back. They both were trying to keep together, to not cry, to keep calm. Fidgeting. They weren't very good at it.
"I'm not going to let them take the two of you away from me." Darry said calmly. I could tell he had already did his panicking and initial fear. That's why he was so tense that day. "It'll be a week at the most."
"That's what Mom and Dad said." Pony said, his voice breaking, and he sobbed. Darry looked scared and quickly hugged him, and Soda looked startled, then quickly started talking to Ponyboy in a low, soothing voice. I could see why. They never talk about their parents. Too many memories, Soda said.
The Curtis's sat there, trying to comfort the youngest and keep him from doing something we'll all regret.
~Sky Tales
PS. I'm so pathetic. I can figure out how to review other people's stories. Someone wanna tell me how? E-mail me at star_light149@hotmail.com
Steve
"Okay Pony." The doctor said calmly. "I'm going to feel your rib cage and you tell me when it hurts." Pony, who was sitting up in bed, nodded. We all were standing back, leaning on the wall.
The doctor carefully starting pressing his side, starting above his pant line and working up. Pony, who's back was facing us, was fun until he got half way up, where he jolted, stifling a noise. The doctor nodded, marking something down on his clipboard. He the started taking off the bandage, slowly, stopping when he must of been able to see the wound.
"Has it been bothering you?" The doctor asked, walking to a cabinet and taking out a blue plastic case, and then walking back over and setting it on the bed beside him.
"Not really." Pony answered. "I can hardly feel it half the time." The doctor took a cotton ball and some clear liquid out of the container, then pulled on a pair of rubber gloves.
"I'm going to have to clean it." The doctor said calmly. "It's going to hurt." Pony's copper colored head nodded. Soda fidgeted. The doc dipped the cotton ball in the liquid, then pressed it to the kid. He stiffened, and goose-flesh went up his back. The man set the cotton ball on the county. I could see it was rust colored.
"I think you're going to have to started staying still." The doctor said. "Every time you move you're making the stitches tear your skin." He frowned. "I think you may need to stay another few days. It looks infected." Pony nodded solemnly. Daarry stood up. The doctor smiled at him. "I think he's going to be fine. He's just a typical fourteen year old who can't keep still. At the latest he should be able to go home by Saturday, but even then he must be still."
They talked a few more minutes, as the doctor rewrapped Ponyboy and made him lay back down, and then he left. Darry sighed, sitting down on a chair beside the bed.
"I gotta tell you two somethin'." He said, looking from Pony to Soda. Soda quickly walked over, pulling himself onto the bed next to Ponyboy, who eyes' widened.
"What's a matter?" Soda asked. Two-Bit and I started to inch out of the room, but Darry signaled us to stay.
"You know that man that came the day Ponyboy woke up?" He asked. They both nodded. "He was from the state."
"What?" Pony asked, sitting up.
"You mean he didn't have an IQ?" Two-bit asked, trying to lighten then mood.
"What'd he want?" Soda asked, tensely.
"I. . ." Darry sighed again. "Well, since we all were in trouble a few times in the last year, Family Court wants to put you two in a foster home until we go to court." A stricken silence came over them. My heart jumped. They can't just tear apart a family like that, can they? "They said It'd be maybe a week. . . . ."
"They can't do that." Soda said, his voice cracking. "They can't!"
"This is my fault, isn't it?" Pony asked, getting as pale a sheet. "I didn't mean-"
"This isn't your fault." Soda said, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, wiping vainly at the tears that were trying to make their way to his eyes. "Not your fault. Got it?" Pony pulled his legs up, hugging them and burying his head in his arms. and his body shook momentarily.
"It's not your fault Ponyboy." Darry said, sternly. "This is the stupid people at the stated." He rubbed his brother shoulder. "It's only going to be for a week, alright? And. . . and I'm trying to get it so you go to someone you knows. ."
"A week's an awful long time." Soda said, cupping his head in his hands. "How can they do this?" Pony sat back up, sighing, looking like he might cry.
I looked at Two-bit, who looked shocked, and miserable.
"What if the court goes wrong?" Soda said, leaning back. They both were trying to keep together, to not cry, to keep calm. Fidgeting. They weren't very good at it.
"I'm not going to let them take the two of you away from me." Darry said calmly. I could tell he had already did his panicking and initial fear. That's why he was so tense that day. "It'll be a week at the most."
"That's what Mom and Dad said." Pony said, his voice breaking, and he sobbed. Darry looked scared and quickly hugged him, and Soda looked startled, then quickly started talking to Ponyboy in a low, soothing voice. I could see why. They never talk about their parents. Too many memories, Soda said.
The Curtis's sat there, trying to comfort the youngest and keep him from doing something we'll all regret.