(Darry's POV)
Ponyboy got out of the hospital yesterday morning and had to pack his things yesterday afternoon. He looks better but he has lost some weight and his chest is hurting him even if he wont admit it. The guys said good-bye to Ponyboy before we left the house. Sodapop had his arm around Pony's shoulders to keep him upright because he was sleeping. I cant wait until he gets out of this home.
(Sodapop's POV)
Pony had a restless night because he couldn't get comfortable because of his chest. We have been driving for about 30 minutes but Pony has been asleep for about 20 them. I can tell he's scared. I am too. None of us could figure out what was in Pony's box or what he wanted it for. I hope he's serious about getting better.
(30 minutes later, At the home)
Ponyboy woke up about 5 minutes ago and started to cry because he didn't want to be in that home by himself with people who he didn't know.
"Pony, listen to me. This is the only way you will be able to get better. Do you trust me?" Said Darry. All Pony could do was nod his head. The home was a big house with all kinds of kids hanging around outside. They all looked at Pony with pity and rudeness in their eyes. One boy had all black clothing on and black hair. He had about 50 cuts on his arms. I'm starting to think this was a bad idea. But Ponyboy needs help. When we got inside a lady showed Pony to is room and told him where everything was. He got a room to himself. Then she left us to say our good-byes.
"We love you Ponyboy, Get better." Said Darry.
"Yeah, the sooner you get better the sooner you can come home. Be good." I said. Then we left. I cried all the way home, so did Darry.
A/N: more coming soon. Hope you liked it.