Ponyboy POV

When I finally began to regain consciousness, I tried to bite back a groan, but it didn't seem to work. I groaned a squinted my eyes at the sudden bright light that surrounded my vision after I noticed the remaining gang members minus one. I felt the bed sink a little and saw Soda hover over my face.

"Ponyboy? Pony baby?" I moved slightly and groaned again. "Pone? You okay?"

"Yeah Soda, I just… gotta use the bathroom." I pushed myself off of the bed and got up. Steve moved to give me more room and I smiled gratefully.

I walked towards the doorway and saw Two-Bit standing there. He seemed to be leaning on the doorway for support. He looked as if he was gonna keel over at any given moment if you let him. I put a hand on my shoulder and saw him sweating horribly and shaking like a leaf. He was really pale.

"Hey Two-Bit, you okay?" I took my hand off of his shoulder and onto his forehead to see if he had a fever, but as soon as I put my hand near his forehead, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he was falling.

"PONY, CATCH HIM!" Darry yelled as Two-Bit came toppling onto me. I reacted quickly and caught him. I was slowly falling since Two-Bit was heavy, so I called for Steve or Darry since they were pretty strong themselves.

"Darry… Steve… someone help me! He's not a feather, you know that right?!" I was stumbling backwards as Steve came over and took Two-Bit out of my arms. I regained my balance and stared at Two-Bit who was unconscious. This was such a sight to see. I've never seen Two-Bit pass out, except for the times when he's drunk as hell. But that's different. Two-Bit wasn't drunk, he was sick. That was another sight to see since I've also never seen Two-Bit sick. It's like a whole other side to Two-Bit. I mean, I seen Two-Bit do some things, but these were the kind of things that made me think about how I'd rather watch him chug four beers and throw up afterwards. I couldn't stand to see people like this; especially Two-Bit.

"What'd you do Pony?" Soda said as he helped Steve and Darry carry Two-Bit to Darry's room.

"I didn't do anything! He seemed pale and he was sweating and such, so I went to see if he felt warm but he passed out before I had the chance to!" Steve gave me one of his "it's okay" looks. He only started doing that when we began coming through to each other. I watched as the three guys hauled a very heavy Two-Bit Mathews out of my messy and small room, and into Darry's room, which was Mom and Dads.

"Eww! Why's he so sweaty?" Steve said as he dropped him onto Darry's big bed, that also used to belong to Mom and Dad.

"Maybe because he's always wearing that damn leather jacket." I put in as I stood in the doorway of Darry's room. Steve and Sodapop moved out of Darry's way since he was the most "skilled" in this type of stuff. Darry adjusted Two-Bit so that he was fully on the bed and took of his shirt.

"Soda, Steve whoever, go get me a cool washrag and the thermometer. Oh, and bring me a glass of water too." Steve set off for the supplies while Soda looked dully at Darry.

"Why do you want a glass of water?" He said, scratching his head.

"Not for me, for Two-Bit you bone head!" Soda yelped and rushed out of the room. Darry sighed and put the back of his hand on Two-Bit's.

"He gonna be okay Darry? I've never seen Two-Bit sick before…" I walked towards the edge of the bed where no one was occupying it and sat down.

"Well, he is kinda hot," I looked at Darry. "Temperature like." I cracked a grin and Steve entered the room with the things Darry had asked for. He set the cup of water down on the nightstand beside the bed, put the folded, wet, cool washrag on Two-Bits' forehead and handed Darry the thermometer. As soon as Darry put the thermometer in Two-Bits' mouth, Soda came in, too, with a glass of water.

"Dar, I got the wa- hey! Who got the water before me?!" He said. Steve forced a fake cough and looked around the room.

"I don't know. I guess we already had one." I stuck in. Steve smiled at me and playfully punched my shoulder. I jumped on his back and we both started laughing like maniacs. He spun around and tried to get me off. He ran out the living room and threw me onto the couch.

"You're crazy kid, out of your mind." He said as he sat down beside me. I looked at him and cocked an eyebrow just like Two-Bit had taught me.

"Look who's talking!" Which sent the both of us into another laughing fit.