Chapter 12
Two-Bit
I'm so tired.
I haven't eaten in a week. Mom and my sister keep trying to get me to eat some soup, but I'm not hungry. All I want is Savannah. I tried to get up and walk to the pharmacy to see if she was there, but I fell over as soon as I got out of bed. I couldn't get up. I laid there for almost an hour before mom found me.
I'm sick. I want Savannah. Mickey's smile is getting annoying. My stomach hurts so bad.
I moaned softly and muttered "Savannah."
Then mom came into the room. "That's it," she said. "I've had it. I'm staying home from work, you're going to eat, and I'm calling a doctor."
"'Not hungry," I muttered.
"Well that's too damn bad," Mom replied as she flounced out of the room to call the doctor.
The doctor showed up a while later. Mom told him that all I had been doing for the past week was lying in bed.
"Have you been eating?" The doctor asked.
I shook my head.
"He's malnourished," the doctor told my mom.
"He says he's not hungry," my mom replied. "Several of his friends died very close together. Do you think that has anything to do with it?"
"He's depressed," The doctor answered. "I can't help him with that, he needs a psychologist."
After the doctor left mom came back into my room.
"I don't need a psychologist," I said. "I need Savannah."
Mom thought that Savannah was some hallucination brought on by my fever.
"I know you need her, baby," Mom cooed. "Why don't you try to sleep? Maybe she'll be here when you wake up."
"She won't be," I said. "She doesn't know where I live."
I realized how crazy that must have sounded to mom and I started laughing. That really freaked mom out. She brought me a bunch of Aspirin and starting putting cold rags on my forehead. Eventually I fell asleep.
Soda
Darry's gotten a lot better.
He was still asleep when I got home from Two-Bit's that day, so he hadn't noticed I was gone. When he woke up, it was like he had snapped out of it. It was my turn to cry now.
I've stayed home from work for several days. Darry keeps telling me that I can't cry forever, and I know he's right. I just can't help it.
I've moved into Darry's room. I couldn't sleep in the room Pony and I shared. I don't think Darry minds that much.
I still haven't seen Two-Bit. I ran into his mom the other day, and she said he'd gotten worse.
I hope he'll be Ok.
