Darry got to go home the next morning. Since we had fallen asleep, we figured we'd wait until morning to go home.
I walked to the truck to get Darry's black t-shirt and jeans for him to change into. He was ready to go home, and Pony and I were ready to see him there.
I went back inside, and got on the elevator to the fourth floor, where Darry and Pony were waiting on me.
When I walked inside, Darry was sitting up in bed, looking ready to go already.
"Here you go." I said, handing Darry his clothes.
"Thanks. I'll be ready in a few minutes."
"Do you need any help?" I asked, pointing to his casted leg.
"No. I think I can get it myself."
"Come on, Ponyboy. Let's wait outside."
It wasn't long until Darry came hobbling out with his crutches. It was weird seeing Darry anything but the strong man he was. I felt bad for him, because I know it was bothering him that he had to take it easy. That wasn't a phrase in his vocabulary.
We headed home in the truck. I drove, with Darry sitting in the middle, and Pony on the other end. It was a quiet ride, surprisingly for us. I guess we were all content with just being together.
When we got Darry all set up on the couch, we watched a little tv. Then, I had to go to work.
"Ponyboy, don't let Darry get up too much. He's supposed to rest and keep his leg up. Don't let him boss you into letting him do work. You're the baby sitter today, kiddo."
"I don't like you talking about me that way, Sodapop Patrick."
"See what I mean?" I said to Pony, and he grinned.
"You guys take it easy. I'll be back in a few hours."
"Okay." Pony and Darry said simultaneously.
And with that, I went out to the truck and headed to the DX.
Sorry this was so short a chapter. I'll write more soon!