Steve and Two-Bit came back after a long 20 minutes of waiting in the boring room. They sadly and slowly opened the door, their faces full of despair.
"Hey, how's Darry?" I asked eagerly.
"Uh, Ponyboy...he ain't lookin' too good. I ain't no doctor, but he got all this fancy equipment surrounding him, just to keep him alive."
"Will he be ok?" Soda asked.
"The doc don't know, but you got bigger things to worry about. How you gonna pay your bills if Darry ain't gonna be able to work?" Steve asked.
"I don't know, apparently Darry lost his job though, while I was at school, and didn't even tell me" I said, staring at Sodapop with demeaning eyes.
"I'm sorry, we just didn't wanna tell you, I mean, you would have freaked out if you found out." Soda responded.
I opened my mouth to say something, but all that could come out was, "I know."