Ponyboy
There was dripping. And murmuring. And I was dog tired. Hungry.
I hadn't opened my eyes yet, at least today. I just lay, listening to the world around me. I was a little too happy yesterday. They gave me too much morphine for my size, so I got a bit tipsy. Now I have a major headache, kind of like a hangover.
They have me on an IV drip to give me the morphine and keep me from dehydrating. My leg all burnt up. It's gruesome looking. But I can't feel it, or most that side. They doctors says all I hurt was the outside, the inside just fine. They're hoping the skin will heal itself, or I'm going to have to get some graphed on it from my rear or stomach. I don't want to know what that feels like.
I cracked my eye open slightly. Good, they closed the curtains, and the lights were off. It certainly helped my headache.
"Hey Kid." Two-bit said. I looked at him.
"Hey." My voice was like someone rubbing sandpaper against metal. My throat hurt. "What time is it?"
"Afternoon." He replied.
"Oh." I started chewing on the cuticle of my middle finger. Someone pulled my hand down, and I turned.
"Darry?" I said, sitting up. "You're supposed to be with Soda."
"I was already." He said. "I went over at eight, and it's almost one-o-clock now." His eyes looked at my bandaged leg. "How's it feeling?"
"I can't feel it because of the drugs." I replied. "But I'm guessing notso good." He sighed. "How's Soda?"
"Sounds like a frog but otherwise fine. Gotten out of delirium." Darry said, a little more cheerfully. "You'd think you were dying the way he asked about you." He reached behind me, grabbing a bag. "Clarrissa told me to give this to you." He said, making the word 'Clarrissa' sound seductive. "I think she has a crush." He teased. In response I glared, but I could feel my ears get red.
"What is it?" Two-bit asked nosily.
I dumped the bag out beside me. There was an envelope, two tins, and a paper bag. They all smelled like perfume. I opened the letter.
Dear PonyBoy,
Are you alright? That fire was so frightening. I was so worried when we couldn't find you.
I figured you could use a break from hospital food so I baked you some cookies and a tin of fudge.
The bag is a surprise.
Please come home soon.
Love,
Clarrissa
I read it a few times, then quickly folded it up and stuffed it in the envelope.
"What, you're not going to share your lover's message?" Two-bit crooned. I glowered, stuffing it in the pocket of my sweats, my ears turning red again.
"Aw, leave 'im be." Darry said, trying to stifle his own laughter for my sake. I lay back down, setting the tins on the night table. All got quiet again.
Though I just woke up I was tired as all heck. I yawned for the thirtieth time. Darry leaned over me, pulling up the covers. I meant to tell him thanks, but my eyes closed and wouldn't open for the life of me.
There was dripping. And murmuring. And I was dog tired. Hungry.
I hadn't opened my eyes yet, at least today. I just lay, listening to the world around me. I was a little too happy yesterday. They gave me too much morphine for my size, so I got a bit tipsy. Now I have a major headache, kind of like a hangover.
They have me on an IV drip to give me the morphine and keep me from dehydrating. My leg all burnt up. It's gruesome looking. But I can't feel it, or most that side. They doctors says all I hurt was the outside, the inside just fine. They're hoping the skin will heal itself, or I'm going to have to get some graphed on it from my rear or stomach. I don't want to know what that feels like.
I cracked my eye open slightly. Good, they closed the curtains, and the lights were off. It certainly helped my headache.
"Hey Kid." Two-bit said. I looked at him.
"Hey." My voice was like someone rubbing sandpaper against metal. My throat hurt. "What time is it?"
"Afternoon." He replied.
"Oh." I started chewing on the cuticle of my middle finger. Someone pulled my hand down, and I turned.
"Darry?" I said, sitting up. "You're supposed to be with Soda."
"I was already." He said. "I went over at eight, and it's almost one-o-clock now." His eyes looked at my bandaged leg. "How's it feeling?"
"I can't feel it because of the drugs." I replied. "But I'm guessing notso good." He sighed. "How's Soda?"
"Sounds like a frog but otherwise fine. Gotten out of delirium." Darry said, a little more cheerfully. "You'd think you were dying the way he asked about you." He reached behind me, grabbing a bag. "Clarrissa told me to give this to you." He said, making the word 'Clarrissa' sound seductive. "I think she has a crush." He teased. In response I glared, but I could feel my ears get red.
"What is it?" Two-bit asked nosily.
I dumped the bag out beside me. There was an envelope, two tins, and a paper bag. They all smelled like perfume. I opened the letter.
Dear PonyBoy,
Are you alright? That fire was so frightening. I was so worried when we couldn't find you.
I figured you could use a break from hospital food so I baked you some cookies and a tin of fudge.
The bag is a surprise.
Please come home soon.
Love,
Clarrissa
I read it a few times, then quickly folded it up and stuffed it in the envelope.
"What, you're not going to share your lover's message?" Two-bit crooned. I glowered, stuffing it in the pocket of my sweats, my ears turning red again.
"Aw, leave 'im be." Darry said, trying to stifle his own laughter for my sake. I lay back down, setting the tins on the night table. All got quiet again.
Though I just woke up I was tired as all heck. I yawned for the thirtieth time. Darry leaned over me, pulling up the covers. I meant to tell him thanks, but my eyes closed and wouldn't open for the life of me.