Disclaimer: Once again, I only own the plot.
A/N I'm glad you guys like this story. I do too, otherwise I'd probably
not continue. That won't happen so don't worry.
*Soda's POV*
*Three days later*
" Hey Soda do you have any milk?" asked Two Bit
" Check the fridge," I told him
" I don't think you have any," said Johnny
"Yeah, i think you threw it away," said Steve
" Was it spoiled?" asked Dally
"Guys, can we talk about something else?" I asked them
"Sure, how about..ummmm." said Johnny
There was a silence as everyone tried to think of a new conversation
topic
"How about....pie?" suggested Two Bit
Dally looked at Two Bit in disbelief
" You're almost nineteen years old and pie is all you can think to
talk about?" he asked
" Pie is an essential part of life," retorted Two Bit
" I have to agree with Dally," Steve said
" Let's talk about something other than food," Johnny
" I'm with Johnnycakes," I said
" Hey where's Pony," asked Two Bit
That was completely random. We were all sitting around talking about
milk and pie, and then all of a sudden Two Bit mentions my depressed suicidal
little brother. Talk about your change of subjects.
" I don't know," I said
" Is he even here?" asked Steve
" I didn't see him leave or anything," said Dally
"I'll be right back," I told them
I left the kitchen and walked down the hallway to our bedroom. Pony
was still in bed, fast asleep. I sighed with relief and started to walk
away. Then I got closer to the bed and took a better look at Pony. His
skin tone matched the white sheet, and his lips were pale pink. I put my
hand on his forehead, but it wasn't warm.
"No fever," I though
I gently shook him, hoping that he'd wake up.
"You're being paranoid, Sodapop. Nothing's wrong," I told myself
Still, something just didn't feel right. We were all trying to keep
Pony alive, but I wasn't really sure if we were succeeding. I took a deep
breath and searched the room for any signs of trouble. Trouble? What kind
of trouble? The pill bottle kind of trouble. I shuddered. I didn't want
to even think about that kind of thing. It hadn't been that long since
we noticed that Pony didn't seem one hundred percent himself. Do depressed
people really fall this quickly?
" Come on Pony, wake up now," I begged.
"Hey, is everything all right?" asked Steve, appearing in the doorway
" I can't get him to wake up,"
" So, don't worry about it," Steve said
"Pony didn't move a muscle. I had to get right next to him to even
see his chest moving up and down, and even that was hard to see.
" I think there's something wrong," I said
" Why don't you bring him into the living room so we can all check
him out," suggested Steve
"Ok, that's not a bad idea," I said and picked up a non moving Ponyboy
and carried him into the living room.
" Hey, is he ok?" asked Dally
" I don't know," I said
" I bet he's fine," Steve said with a slight scowl on his face.
"I know he never looks great, but he just doesn't seem right," I said
Johnny sat down on the floor in front of Pony. He looked at Pony curiously,
and then took one of Pony's hands in his own. He immediately dropped it
and muttered small curses.
" Cold," he said
Two Bit reached over and took Pony's other hand
" Damn, he's right. That kid's hands are freezing.
"Is he breathing?" asked Dally
" A little," I said
"A little? That's probably not good," said Johnny
Steve went over to Pony and opened his eyes.
"Hey, what are you doing," I asked
" Come here Soda," he said
I walked the two steps to Steve and followed his gaze to Pony's eyes.
Pony's eyes were completely glazed over, but I thought that was normal
for a sleeping person.
"Ok, so?" I asked Steve
" His eyes," Steve said
"What's wrong with Pony's eyes?" asked Dally
"They're really glazed over," I said
" That's not good," said Two Bit
"Oh no," said Johnny softly
"What? How come everyone knows the bad news except me?" I asked
"I don't know," said Steve
" His eyes are glazed over because he's asleep, right?" I asked hysterically
"Calm down," Dally said
"Tell me what's wrong," I said
"Yeah, your eyes do get a little glazed over when you're asleep....."
Steve said and trailed off.
Dally, Johnny, and Two Bit all came over to look at Pony.
" I've seen people's eyes when they're asleep, and their eyes aren't
this bad," said Dally
"What the hell is going on!" I yelled.
I hated this. I hated not knowing what was wrong, even though I've
just as much bad shit as the other guys. Why couldn't I figure out what
was wrong? Was I purposely trying to avoid it? Maybe I really did know,
but just couldn't say it.
I ran my fingers through Pony's hair and looked at Steve.
"Tell me," I said hoarsely
" People get that kind of glazed look from when they take too many
pills," he said and looked down at the ground
" I think he might of overdosed," said Dally
Two Bit left the room and came back a minute later with an empty Tylenol
bottle in his hand.
" I found this under his pillow," he said grimly
I didn't think to look there.
" How many were in it?" asked Dally
" About fourteen or so, I think," I said
" That's not good, we gotta get him to the hospital now," said Dally
I put my head on Pony's chest to make sure he was still breathing.
At first I didn't feel anything and I started to panic. Then I felt something
go up and then down. It was a tiny movement, but I could still feel it.
" Is he......?" asked Johnny
"He's still breathing," I said
"Ok, that's good, but we gotta go now," said Dally
"I've got a car,"said Two Bit
"So do I," said Steve
"Ok, that's good, but we gotta get moving , because I've seen this
kind of thing in New York and believe me it wasn't pretty."
I gulped and scooped up Pony in my arms and carried him out to Two
Bit's car. It was all happening too fast. We were supposed to be able to
talk to Pony first, but I guess his mind was already made up.
A/N
Well, surprise. I really tried to not make this go too fast. This
is chapter ten, so it's not like I put the major dramatics in the
second or third chapter. Ok anyway please tell me what you think.
Fyre
