(Wednesday, October 20, 1965, 12:30 PM)
Ponyboy laid on the couch, still wrapped in his blanket. He hadn't moved once since everyone left. The boy could feel himself getting weaker and weaker by the minute.
How he was feeling wasn't something he needed to be called out on. It was pretty obvious that he was very sick. Two-Bit, who was watching Mickey Mouse, looked back at the boy. "You feeling okay, Pone?" he asked.
Ponyboy barely shook his head, not finding the strength to sit up. Two-Bit thought it'd be best if he lays down in his bedroom so Two-Bit picks up Ponyboy and takes him to his bedroom.
Before they made it to the bedroom, Ponyboy's stomach started doing spins. He felt like he was going to throw up so he let out a groan. "What's wrong?" Two-Bit asked. "B-Bathroom…" Ponyboy moaned, already feeling bile starting to climb up his throat.
Two-Bit knew what Ponyboy meant and turned into the bathroom. The rusty-haired greaser set Ponyboy down in front of the toilet and the young boy instantly gripped the toilet bowl and started to gag, making his stomach hurt even more.
Two-Bit only rubbed the boy's back to provide him with some comfort. He wasn't usually an expert when it comes to comforting people. He tried his best with this.
After a few heavy gags, Ponyboy threw up badly in the toilet, discoloring the water in the toilet bowl. After vomiting, Ponyboy felt himself become weak and his stomach settled down to a faint throbbing pain. Two-Bit believed that it was the end of the terror, but he was wrong.
Later on that day, Ponyboy woke up from a nap about a few hours later. However, when he did, he looked so out of it. It was as if he was staring through the ceiling above him. The boy then let out a fearful scream as if he was having a nightmare.
Two-Bit heard him from the living room, making him look in the direction of the bedrooms in confusion. "Huh?" he questioned, narrowing his brows. He stood up and made his way down to Ponyboy's room.
When he got there, he saw that Ponyboy wasn't moving. Looking closely, it looked as though the boy wasn't breathing. "Pony! Pony, are you okay?!" Two-Bit exclaimed, running to him in a panic.
Two-Bit put his ear to Ponyboy's mouth and didn't hear any breathing. His eyes widened in panic and he felt his heart stop. Two-Bit knew that he had to get Ponyboy help as fast as he could. His car wasn't working that day, which made his panic rise.
He rushed to the phone and called an ambulance. After fifteen minutes, the ambulance had arrived and they got Ponyboy in the ambulance on a white stretcher.
"Are you able to come with us? There's a few questions we need to ask you," a female paramedic said Two-Bit. Two-Bit didn't hesitate to answer that. Two-Bit jumped into the ambulance to ride with them.
After getting Ponyboy fixed by putting ice packs on his forehead and body, they sped off towards the hospital. They put an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose and started getting oxygen in his lungs. The lights started blaring loudly in the process.
"What's his age?" the female paramedic asked. "He's fourteen," Two-Bit answered. "Are you related to him?" she asked. Two-Bit did see Ponyboy and Bexley as his kid siblings, he always had seen them that way.
"Yeah, my cousin," he replied. "How long has he been sick?" she asked him, writing the answers down. "Did you try to get him breathing at all?" she asked.
"Yeah, right after I called," Two-Bit replied, "And he hasn't ate anything this morning but he drank a little water this morning," Two-Bit felt himself starting to panic because Ponyboy's temperature had spiked up to 104.5.
Two-Bit paled when he learned just how severe his situation really was. He couldn't believe he let his temperature get that high. He looked down in shame, wishing he had done better.
The paramedic saw the uneasiness on the rusty-haired greaser's face. "Don't worry. He's probably got the flu and I see that he's dehydrated. He'll have to stay the night in the hospital just to be sure." the paramedic assured.
That didn't really help because Two-Bit knew that he was in trouble when Darry, Soda, Bexley found out about this. Darry was going to have his head for this.