Two-Bit POV

I felt absolutely terrible. My body ached and my head throbbed with every breath I took. The only thing I could really hear was the sound of feet shuffling and the door opening and closing. It only made my headache worse so I was hoping that it would stop. I eventually did and I was so grateful that it did. The last thing I remembered was seeing Pony laying in bed and then he was walking towards me, then I fell. Now I'm here, laying in Darry's bed, all stiff and sore. How did I get here? Eh, atleast I'm not on the floor I guess. I was thinking about something else when I suddenly felt something being yanked out of my mouth. Probably Steve's dick… always knew he was gay. Then, I felt something cold and wet on my chest. It startled me, so I took a sharp intake of breath and flinched away. It was gone.

"Two-Bit? You awake?" I heard someone say before I went into a full fledge coughing massacre. I couldn't breathe and my eyes were shut so tight I was seeing stars. I was keeled over the side of Darry's bed and trying for the life of me to stop. I felt someone adjust me and pat my back. It was Darry. I could tell by how big his hands were. And partly from his voice. I finally stopped coughing and I was slumped against a bunch of really comfy pillows. I was having difficulty breathing.

"It's okay, you're okay. Just breathe, man." I nodded in agreement and took a couple deep breaths. He patted my leg and I finally opened my eyes. I guess I looked as bad as I felt because Darry's face suddenly dropped. I felt hot and achy and sweaty and I felt too out of it to even blink.

"Hey Darry?" I managed to gasp out. It felt like too much work to talk again.

"Yeah buddy?"

"Where's my shirt?" Darry laughed a little.

"In the dirty clothes. It was drenched with sweat," I closed my eyes again in hopes to go back to sleep, but Darry shook me again. I opened my eyes again. "Hold on, Keith. I want you to change out of your jeans and such and put on some of my pajamas so you're more comfortable. And if you feel up to it, you can take a shower. You're not leaving this bed till you're okay again." I opened my eyes and squinted at him. I couldn't really comprehend what he meant, I was indeed too out of it actually understand what Darry wanted to me to do.

"You… huh… wha?"

"You know what? Just go back to sleep Two, alright?" As soon as I laid my head back down, I fell asleep. And for a long time

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I was rudely awoken by the feeling of my stomach doing a flip flop. I clutched it in hopes to get it to calm down so I could go back to sleep, but the more moving I did, the worse it got. I finally got the burning feeling in my throat that I was gonna be sick. I blinked once, then twice, and finally shot up and out of the bed and ran full speed to the Curtis' bathroom to avoid a massive clean up. I was in the middle of the hallway, almost at the bathroom when my body couldn't take anymore and I was sick all over the floor. I dropped to my knees and was holding my stomach when I heard someone calling my name.

"Two-Bit? What are you doing out of bed?" It was Darry once again. He saw me on the ground and kneeled over beside me.

"Listen Darry, I'm really sorry… I, I, I t-t-tried to make it to the bathroom… but I c-c-couldn't make it… I, I'll clean it up…" I gasped. Darry was rubbing my back as I was sitting on the back of my legs. We heard more footsteps, then they stopped. I looked up and saw Steve and Ponyboy who both had a surprised, yet disgusted look on their faces.

"What happened?" Ponyboy said. Steve was leaning against the wall and Pony was still standing in awe.

"I got sick…" I said sourly. It was a bad idea because my sarcasm only made my headache worse. I groaned and laid down on my legs with my head in my hands. Darry put a hand on my forehead.

"Two-Bit, come on, you need a shower and a cool one at that. Might help with your temperature at least," Darry heaved me up and off of the floor and led me to the bathroom. "Steve and Pony, clean that up before Soda gets home and has a fit." I heard the sound of things rustling behind me and I guessed it was the two getting to work.

"Darry?" I asked as Darry set me on the toilet.

"Yes Two-Bit?" Darry was turning on the water for the shower.

"Can I take a bath?" Darry looked at me.

"I don't care, as long as you're temperature comes down."

"I have another question…" Darry was staring at me.

"What now?"

"Where is Soda?"