I Work For My Brothers

by Bagels.fics

Darry Curtis had always done his best to provide for his brothers, but it left him overworked so when Darry comes down with a bad cold, it's up to his brothers, particularly Ponyboy to take care of him and convince the sometimes he needs to take a break. The cold is passed between brothers and they'll need to stick together to get better. Thank you to FrankElza for her help.

4. Chapter 4: Round Two

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own "The Outsiders" or any of the Curtis' Gang. Sigh. The real owner of "The Outsiders" is my favorite author, the fabulous S.E. Hinton. I also do not make a profit from the stories that I write here on this site.

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Darry's POV

I sat with Ponyboy in his room until Soda called to me, telling me that dinner was ready. I wasn't very hungry so Soda decided that he would eat in Pony's room with me.

"Your going to get sick too, Soda," I warned him carefully. He just smiled.

"It's only always two, right?" Soda asked.

When we were little when one of us were sick the other always got sick, but never that I could remember had all three of us been sick with the same thing at the same time.

I couldn't help but laugh at Soda's strange confidence in his immune system. This was Soda's logic on how not to get sick, just let the other two get sick first and he's safe.

Third person POV

Ponyboy could hear his older brothers, but his eyelids felt way too heavy to lift. The effort was wearing him out. His head felt hot and sweaty, but his body was cold and he was shivering.

"Cold, Ponyboy?" A familiar rough voice asked. The voice seemed loud in the sick boy's ears and the volume of your voice made his head pound. The young boy couldn't help but whimper at the sharp pains in his head. The older greaser took the whine as a sign that he was cold, so Darry grabbed a blanket and threw it in the young boy.

Soon, the warm blanket and the overall exhaustion quickly made Pony fall asleep.

Ponyboy's POV

I woke up feeling hot and shaky. My stomach started to churn and flip uncomfortably. I swallowed thickly and gripped the blanket tightly, willing my stomach to relax, but my stomach wasn't having it. It gave one more violent jerk as I hopped out of bed. I tried to get to the bathroom, but I was shaky and weak and knew I couldn't make it. Luckily, Darry or Soda has thought to set out a garbage and I was able to grab it just in time to release my entire last meal, avoiding a giant clean up.

When given a small break I grabbed onto my bed, allowing me to get onto my feet. I set the garbage can down and laid back down into my bed, but my stomach wasn't going to let up and I had to quickly grab the basin just in time to dry heave. The stomach bile burned my sore throat.

I vaguely heard Soda come in and start to rub my back. When finished I groaned softly, feeling miserable. I coughed weakly, flopping back down onto the bed and letting exhaustion overtake my body.

A/N: I know that this is suppose to be a Darry sick fic, but I wasn't very happy with it. I haven't totally given up on Darry, though, his illness will make a reappearance. Remember, he is still sick and all this stress isn't good for his health.

Do you guys like Third Person POV? Do you think I'm good at it?