Chapter 3
I sat in the waiting room. Waiting for soda. I guess that's why they call it a waiting room. By now I was crying. Yes, crying. For my brother. Who's in the hospital. Who's about to die. Reality had never been so shocking.
When Soda came, I leaped into his arms. It wasn't like I had any control of what I did at that moment. I could have killed someone, and I wouldn't be aware.
"Shh, it's gonna be okay. Darry will be fine. Shh…" Soda calmed me down.
"Soda! What if he dies! What if he's in there…dying! What will happen to us! We'll be sent to a boys home! We'll be separated!"
"Pony, calm down! Darry isn't dead yet. What did the doc say?" Soda said as he held me. I glanced over to the other room down the hall. There was a woman, a little girl and a priest. As the priest was praying over the man in the hospital bed, a nurse took out a plug and the man's read-outs went flat. The woman silently teared, and the little girl cried. I held Soda tighter.
"Pony?"
"Huh…Oh the doc was sayin' how they're doin' tests and if it comes back, they can tell if Dar is gonna live or not."
I looked up at Soda. He was crying too. Not the kind of crying, when you fall off your motorcycle crying, the type of crying when you know your older brother is in the hospital. Crying. Soda was supposed to be the strong one. What if he couldn't be strong enough for the both of us? The doctor glanced out from his office.
"Ponyboy, you and your brother should come in here. The tests results are in."
Me and Soda silently walked to his office. Awaiting the fate of my brother, that lied in the little yellow envelope.