"Bexley Curtis?" the doctor called from the doorway. Darry picked up Bexley in his arms and carried her into the back office with Soda behind him. Unfortunately, Ponyboy had to go to school and he couldn't miss it.
Bexley let out a moan, every inch of her body was killing her. She couldn't put into words how awful she felt. She couldn't recollect why she was in the doctor's office instead of at home, under the covers. It was cold in the room they were in causing her to shiver.
She heard the doctor speaking to Darry and Soda, but couldn't make out what he was saying. The feeling of Darry's arms holding her suddenly vanished, causing her to whimper fearfully. "Sssshhh, easy, baby girl. We're right here with you," Soda's soft voice said in her ear, brushing some hair behind her ear.
"I must take her temperature, but I can't do it through the mouth because of the state she's in. You two don't need to stay for this," the doctor said. "No, we need to stay," Darry replied, knowing they had to be there to help her.
Bexley felt hands pushing her to her left side so that she was facing her big brothers. She was scared of what was going on and felt her heart start to race. Soda brushed her hair back gently and kissed her forehead to reassure her.
She suddenly felt her underwear being slid down her backside, making her freak out. "No! Don't!" she squeaked, sobbing brokenly. She knew what they were doing, and she didn't want to feel it. "Shh… he's taking your temperature, hon. You're okay," Darry cooed softly in her ear.
She whimpered loudly when she felt the thin, hard thermometer enter her in the backside. She tried her hardest to not scream because it reminded her of when she was assaulted. The only thing keeping her from losing it completely was her brothers being there with her.
After a few minutes, she felt the thermometer being pulled out, making her moan in discomfort. After her underwear was pulled back up, she relaxed and tried to sleep, but it was too cold. Her brothers noticed this. "Do you have a blanket she can have?" Soda asked, holding Bexley's hand still. The doctor pulled out a blanket from the closet and brought it over a woolen blanket.
They thanked the doctor and covered her up, helping her relax finally. The doctor looked at the thermometer, "103.4. Her fever is starting to become worrisome," Bexley didn't know she was running a fever, but she still felt delirious. After the doctor checked her lungs, he had to give her another shot.
She felt the cold, alcoholic-smelling antiseptic being rubbed in the inside of her right elbow. The doctor inserts the needle in her arm, making her start to panic. She shouted for her brothers, even for her parents. She was trying to get away from the needle, but she couldn't move thanks to Darry.
"Soda... please make it stop... pl-please... I'll do anything..." she whimpered, squeezing onto Soda's hand. "It's okay, baby girl. He's almost finished. It's okay now," Soda said, his voice soft in her ear. She continued to sob quietly, pleading for her brothers to help her.
The doctor pulls the needle out of her arm and bandages it up so it wouldn't bleed out. "There you go... he's all done," Soda whispered. Bexley felt herself slowly relax when Soda said that. The last thing she felt before falling asleep was Soda gently brushing her hair back.
Since Darry had to work that afternoon, Soda was the one to stay home with Bexley. Before Darry left, he made sure that everything was okay and left the number to the place he worked at in case it was an emergency. Soda didn't leave Bexley's side the whole time he was gone. Ponyboy had returned home from school and went to check on his sister.
He walked into their bedroom and saw Bexley laying in her own bed fast asleep. Soda sat in the desk chair, arms crossed over his chest. He noticed his younger brother walk into the bedroom. "Hey, Pone," he smiled. "Hey, Soda. How's Bex doin'?" Pony asked, setting his bookbag on the floor beside the closet. "Not so good. Her temperature went up a little. The doctor gave her another shot and that didn't go so well," Soda replied, sounding a bit distraught.
Ponyboy sat down at the edge of the bed. He felt his heart hurt when he looked at his sick sister; her pale complexion made the fading bruises stand out. "Y-You think she'll be better soon, Soda? I can't stand seeing her like this," Ponyboy said with a sob. Soda pulled his little brother in for a hug.
"I hope so, Pone. She has to get better. She has to," Soda said, holding his little brother close to him. Soda was shaken up still about Bexley's doctor's appointment, remembering how she was the night she was defiled because of those socs. He felt angrier than he'd ever felt before.