Two-Bit POV

I was beyond happy that I was getting better. I wasn't questioning anything-except one thing. How the hell did I end up in this position? I woke up like a beached whale. But it was quite comfortable. That was another thing I wasn't questioning.

I opened the door to Darry's room and heard muffled talking coming from Ponyboy's room. I heard one of Soda's crutches move around so that's how I knew the Curtis' were all in there. And Ponyboy was also really sick, thanks to me, and he has been for a couple days. Me? I was doing much better. Though, I wish I could be sick again instead of Ponyboy. That boys suffers through enough as it is.

I made my way to the bathroom and saw that it was closed. Someone must be in there because the doors usually opened if no one's occupying it. But, I knocked on the door just to be sure.

"Yeah?" Damn it… Steve's in there. I REALLY NEED TO PEE!
"Oh, nevermind." Look's like I'm peeing outside.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I heard the door open and someone grab my arm and pull me into the bathroom. What, what the fuck?!

I was rushed into the bathroom and I stumbled, almost falling into the empty bathtub and bringing the shower curtain down with me. "Steve, what the fuck?!"

"I need your help." He sounded a little out of breath.

My eyes widened. "Look Steve man… I don't swing that way."

I saw him roll his eyes. "Not like that!" He then pointed to his shirt. I saw ketchup.

I thought Steve hated ketchup. "What? Do you need help getting that ketchup stain out of y- ohmygodthat'snotketchup…"

Steve sighed. "That's exactly what I said…" I was staring at his shirt, anxious to see what was causing Steve to bleed so profusely.

He looked around and wiped his bloody hands on a white towel. White. "Now why'd you go and do that?" I took the towel and held it in my hands.

"Forget that! I need you to help me with this!" He pulled up his shirt and revealed to me a real big gash on his lower abdomen.

"How'd you do that?" I nearly screamed.

"Keep your voice down stupid! I wish I knew as much as you wanted to know," Steve took a long breath. "Now listen, Darry can't find out about this… he's already goin through enough as it is with you getting over being sick, Soda's broken leg, Pony being sick. It's too much. So keep quiet and hel-"

"DARRYCOMETOTHEBATHROOMIT'SANEMERGENCYI'MPRETTYSURESTEVE'SDYINGANDYOUNEEDTOHELPBECAUSEHEISDYING!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"TWO-BIT!" Steve screamed back.

About five seconds later, we both heard Darry's loud and rushed footsteps coming down the hallway and making his way to the bathroom.

"Two-Bit, did you call for me?" Darry said through the door.

I attempted to push past Steve, but he shoved me backwards.

"Two-Bit, no!"

"Two-Bit, yes!"

"Don't you dare try to open this door."

"I have to!

"No you don't!"

"Yes I do! You'll die if I don't!"

"No I will not! You're over exaggerating!"

"BOYS!" Darry yelled.

"HOLD ON!" We both yelled back.

"Steve, LET ME OPEN THIS DOOR!"

"I'm not… *cough cough* letting you!"

"See, now look, you're bleeding out. You're coughing and dying all over the place and now I'm gonna be responsible of your death and then I'll go to prison and never see my Ma or my sister again and I'm gonna get even sicker in jail and then I'll get butt raped and I know I'm not a virgin but I don't wanna have sex with some guys in jail that I've never seen before! Like I told you, I don't swing that way!" I was fake crying.

"OPEN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW OR I'LL BREAK IT DOWN!" Darry yelled.

That seemed to distract Steve for long enough because I shoved him, unlocked the door and came face to face with Darry. "Darry! Steve's dying!"

"What in the world are you talking about?!" I turned around and Steve was struggling to get up. I grabbed onto his wrist, heaved him to his feet and pulled off his shirt to reveal his gash.

"Damn! Steven Thomas Randle, how on earth did you manage to do that?!" Oh… Steve just got called by his full name. You're in trouble…

"I don't know… do ya think you could patch it up?" Darry nodded quickly.

"Of course, just don't die on my hands." Darry grabbed onto Steve's arm, took him back into the bathroom and closed the door.

I sat there for a moment, then started pounding on the door. "Hey, I STILL GOTTA PEE!"