Chapter 4
As the doctor took us into his office, me and Sodapop awaited the results of Darry's tests. The doctor slowly took out the information in the envelope, and glanced over at us. He read it over with a grin on his face. He must've known something. Maybe Darry would make it! Maybe he would be better and we could all go home.
The grin was wiped off his face as he translated the data into his head…
"I'm sorry. The tests came back positive." I stared at Soda. He let out a soft sob. I didn't feel like crying. I was angry. Here was a man, telling me that my brother isn't gonna make it alive because some idiot passed a red light. It wasn't even Darry's fault!
"So now, there's no hope? There isn't anything we can do!" I said.
"I never said that. But considering your financial background…" The doctor replied.
"So, that's what this whole thing is about, huh? Your gonna let my brother die…all because of money? Well, I'll give in my own damn college money in. That enough money for ya!"
"Ponyboy, please calm down. It isn't about the money. I'm just saying that it will be hard to find any way to cure this tumor with the amount of money that you currently have!" the doctor said.
Then a deadly moment of silence began.
Its short! I know! But its to the point. Tell me how youliked it!