Darry POV

I ran over to the window where Two-Bit was pointing at and looked out to see none other than my brother Soda and his best friend Steve, who did indeed, look as bad as Two-Bit described. "What the hell did they do?! Fight an alligator?" I heard Two-Bit and Pony laugh but I pushed past the both of them and ran out onto the porch to wait for them.

They arrived at the house, looking shocked as if they didn't expect me to be waiting for them. "Hello boys. Where ya been and why are my healing abilities required?" Soda stumbled up the porch and he was limping like Two-Bit had said. Steve was helping him up the steps with one of Soda's arms around his shoulders.

"Now's not the time to get sassy Darry. Soda's hurt," I stood up. "Bad…" I picked up Sodapop from Steve's grip and heard Soda cry out in pain when I grabbed his legs.

I started for Soda's room when Steve called out, "Why don't you just set him on the couch out here?" I walked into the bedroom.

"Because Two-Bit's about to get to sleep," Soda opened his eyes to look at me.

"Darry?" I sighed.

"Soda, what the hell is wrong with you? What did you and Steve go do?"

Soda seemed hesitant or not to tell me the truth. "We… we went to make sure none of those socs were gonna hurt Pony," He laughed. "I don't think any socs are gonna cross any of our paths anytime soon."

I rolled my eyes. "Where are you hurt like Steve said?" Soda motioned towards his left leg.

"Right there," He was wearing jeans so I couldn't just roll them up, so I took them off. When I slid them down in one swift motion, Soda gasped like a little girl. "Darry! What are you doing?!"

I threw the pants away and into the corner. "Soda, it's not I've never seen you naked before. I can't exactly roll up your jeans without hurting your leg anymore than it already is," I turned on a lamp and the room got bright. I looked at Soda's leg, but didn't see any injury. "Where does it hurt exactly?"

Soda sat up and groaned when he accidentally moved his leg. He pointed to his shin. "Everywhere down here. Think I tore something."

I felt my stomach turn. "Uh oh…" I said outloud. Soda looked scared.

"What? What's uh oh Darry? Am I gonna die?!" I sighed and stood up.

"No, you're not dying…" I walked over to the door and opened it. "Steve!" I called out. He appeared in front of me in no more than a couple of moments.

"Yeah Darry?"

"I'm gonna need you to take Soda to the hospital." He looked confused.

"What? Why?" I walked out to the living room and threw Steve my truck keys along with my jacket.

"Give him my jacket to wear and take my truck so there's room for him to put his leg somewhere." I walked back into Soda's room and Steve followed.

"What's wrong with him Dar?" I picked up Soda.

"Yeah Dar, what the hell is wrong with me?!" I didn't know how to explain it to Soda and Steve that I couldn't work my magic this time with healing up Sodapop.

I walked out to the living room and motioned for Steve to open the front door. The two were getting impatient. "Darrel Shyanne Curtis Jr.! What the heck with wrong with Soda?!" Steve yelled as I slid Soda into the truck.

"Get in Steve." He did as I said and I closed the door after Soda got adjusted.

"Are you gonna tell us now?" I nodded and leaned on the window.

"You see boys, Soda has, what we call in English, a broken leg. Something I can't fix on my own. So Steve, I need you to take him to the hospital and get his leg casted and bring him straight back afterwards," Steve started the truck but never took his eyes off of me. "Also, get those cuts and bruises and stuff checked out. Get going! I'll be waiting for you when you get back. Oh, and depending on when you get back, you can spend the night if you want Steve."

I walked away from the truck and watched the two speed away. Ugh… more sick people; more bills; more complaining from Sodapop… now that I think of it, I'm the one complaining!