Steve POV

After Darry sent Soda out to get some medicine for Two-Bit, Pony and I went to the kitchen to get something to eat. Since Darry set our original breakfast on fire when Pony was crying, we never got to eat anything. So, after Soda left and me and Pony got bored as hell with playing card, we set off to find something to eat.

"What is there?" I asked as Pony got out some milk.

"I don't know, find something. I'm making some cereal if ya want some." I turned around to see Ponyboy pouring himself of Apple Jacks. I walked over to one of the cabinets in the kitchen and got out a bowl.

"Yeah, yeah I'd like some if you don't mind." Pony smiled and handed me to box of cereal along with the milk. I made myself a bowl of cereal and sat down at the table with him. We were both sitting in a complete and awkward silence when Pony broke the silence.

"So… you think Two-Bit will be fine?" I took another mouthful of cereal and shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't know Pone. On our way here he looked as if he was gonna keel over on the sidewalk. But instead, he did it in your arms," I shoved my spoon in his face. "Ya wanna know something Pony?"

"What?" Pony continued eating and I cleared my throat.

"Believe it or not, I've actually never seen Two-Bit sick before. This has to be the first time," Pony nodded in agreement. "Well… you know what they say; there's a first for everything." Pony cracked a smile as did I after him.

"Take two to tango man." I stared at him like he was off his rocker.

"What?" But Pony didn't have time to respond because the next thing we both heard was the sound of someone falling, and then the sound of someone retching and turning their insides outside. We both looked at each other, then heard Darry yelling.

"Two-Bit? What are you doing out of bed?" Me and Pony looked at each other and then heard Two-Bit sputter something.

"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…" We both rushed off of our chairs, Pony knocking over his cereal in the process. We got to where the noise was and what we both saw was shocking to the both of us.

Two-Bit had gotten sick all over the floor and we looked as bad as he probably felt. Probably worse even. He was sitting on his legs and Darry was comforting him by rubbing his back. He then looked up at us and I'm pretty sure Pony asked the stupidest question known to mankind.

"What happened?" I almost smacked him on the side of the head. Isn't it pretty obvious?! What does it look like you nitwit?!"

Two-Bit responded sourly. "I got sick…" He then groaned and put his head in his hands as he laid down on the floor. Darry put on of his hands on his forehead then started helping Two-Bit off of the floor.

"Two-Bit, come on, you need a shower and a cool one at that," He picked Two-Bit up and off of the floor. When Two-Bit was balanced finally, Darry looked back at us. "Steve and Pony, clean that up before Soda gets home and has a fit." Darry took Two-Bit into the bathroom as me and Pony got to work.

"You get the spilled cereal and I'll get this?" Pony asked.

"Sure." I headed back to the kitchen before Pony got a chance to change his mind. Who would rather clean up vomit then spilled milk? I grabbed a dish towel and started to soak up the milk when me and Pony heard the sound of water running.

"He looks like shit." Pony said as he was throwing away an old shirt that he used to get the vomit off the floor.

"Two things, watch your mouth and you're right. Ya know, I kinda feel bad for him honestly." Pony sat down at the now clean table and I sat in front him.

"Are you gonna finish your cereal?" Pony pointed to my cereal. I shoved it at him impatiently.

"Go for it…"