We rushed in, but Darry had no idea who I was. He immediately recognized Sodapop, though, and asked him who I was. I wanted to break into tears when he said that, but realized it would have made him disappointed if I did.
"Hey, Darry, I'm Ponyboy, your brother, don't you remember me?" I asked, with a tear running down my cheek.
"No, I'm sorry, I don't remember you." Darry replied. I could tell he was truly sorry. He wanted to remember me, but he just couldn't.
"Are you sure, just think about-" Sodapop suddenly cut me off.
"Ponyboy, he doesn't remember, we just have to deal with it, honey" Sodapop said, his voice slowly rising to a calming pitch.
"I know" I went over to Soda, leaned into his shoulder, but still held Darry's hand, crying.
"Don't cry, please" Darry started crying too, letting go of my hand and burying his face into his pillow.
"I'm sorry Darry, I didn't mean to make you cry" I gave him a hug, but quickly let go after remembering that he didn't know who I was.
I suddenly noticed the doctor standing by the door, and I asked through tears and a heavy heart, "Will he ever remember me?"
"We don't know yet, but when he comes home, be sure to take out any old photos to bring back his memories, it might help" the doctor replied with sincerity.
I nodded and sat down in a seat next to the bed, glaring at Soda who also had tearing eyes. I buried my face in the palms of my hands, trying to shield my tears from Darry.
"Can we go home soon, little buddy?" Darry asked Soda.
"Soon, Dar, soon"
"Why am I here anyways?" Darry asked.
"We got in a car accident, and you have a concussion and amnesia." I replied.
"Oh, thanks, um…."
"Ponyboy" I corrected him.