Two-Bit POV
Author note! - Okay guys, so I kinda changed my fic a little to a sick fic! I think it oddly fits with the situation once I get the story going. I don't really see a lot of sick fics anymore, and when I do, I never find any about Two-Bit getting sick. So here you go! Hope y'all enjoy the change!
~Stay Gold~
staygold-fandom (Malory)
After we all saw Ponyboy have a fit, Steve told me to go and get Darry. I didn't hesitate when Steve pointed out the kid wasn't moving. I pushed past Steve and ran to the bathroom, falling in the process. When I got to the bathroom door, I started to knock, but the door opened as soon as my hand was flung at the door, which caused me to punch Darry in the face.
"Two-Bit! What the hell?!" Darry doubled over and held his nose as I chuckled to myself.
"Sorry Dar! I didn't mean to! You opened the door before I had a chance to knock man!" He stood up and looked at me. Luckily, I didn't manage to hurt him severely.
"What do you want and why are you in such a hurry?!" He yelled.
"Ponyboy… he… he… go look for yourself!" Darry stared at me, then shoved past me to the younger Curtis' room. I ran after him to the room where Soda had Ponyboy in his arms and Steve was rubbing Soda on the back. Darry ran over to them and saw that Pony wasn't moving as I stood in the doorway.
"What happened?" Darry said, kneeling to the ground and taking Pony out of Soda's arms.
"Well, Pony came in here and… and… I guess by the looks of the room you can tell what he did…" I said. Darry picked up Pony and he honestly looked dead… I couldn't even think about the thought of Pony being dead. I see him breathing, he's perfectly fine and nowhere near death. I thought. I could feel my knees giving out and I was breathing heavy. No, don't give out now Two-Bit. You need to stay strong. For Pony and for the fact there's already one passed out person here. I leaned against the doorway for support.
"What was he thinking?" Darry said as he set a limp fourteen year old on the bed. Sodapop got up and sat beside the youngest greaser and began fiddling with his hair. Steve stood up and walked over to where Soda was and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Darry sat on the opposite side of the bed while I was still leaning against the doorway. I could feel sweat beaming down my forehead so I took of my leather jacket and threw it in the living room. I watched the scene going on before me in awe like I did when I saw Pony crying in Darry's arms. Then faintly, just faintly, a slight groan came from the kid on the bed.
Soda's eyes flew wide open and he leaned over Pony. "Ponyboy? Pony baby?" Ponyboy groaned and moved slightly. Soda cupped his face in his hands and whispered to him: "Pone, you okay?" Ponyboy flinched at Soda's touch, then sat up and looked at everyone in front of him except me since I was further away.
"Yeah Soda, I just… gotta use the bathroom," He pushed himself up and off of the bed and threw his legs over the side of the bed. Steve moved out of his way and Pony slowly made his way towards the doorway to where I was. He stopped in front of me and put a hand on my shoulder. He noticed my excessive sweating and how my face was getting pale. "Hey Two-Bit, you okay?"
As soon as Pony set a hand on my forehead to see if I had a fever, I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head and I dropped just like Pony did when Dally was killed; like a ton of bricks. The last thing I heard before I dropped into a ton of darkness was Darry yelling: "PONY, CATCH HIM!"