Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own The Outsiders or Ponyboy. Sigh. The owner is he best author ever, S.E. Hinton. I also do not make a profit from what I write on this site.

A/N: I know sick fics never have sequels, I think I might make the first sequel for my other story Sunsetting. Maybe while Pony's immune system is weakened by the Pneumonia he'll get sick again? Or I won't make a sequel, it'll be totally unrelated and I can do the flu or Cluster Headache or any new idea you guys give me. Maybe Strep Throat or influenza A or something. I don't know. You can PM me or review, or I guess you can just ignore this of you want. Thanks for the suggestions and at least reading my random babbling. And thank you for all the supportive reviews.

Cherry's POV

Nothing. I hadn't heard anything about the supposedly dead greaser from any of the Socs. I suppose they were laying low. I don't think anybody knew he was still alive. Two-Bit caught me after class and told me that Pony was awake, but going through withdraw. I felt sick, why would anybody to that to anybody? They shot him up while they had him?

I knew that Randy's dad was a drug dealer, but so was David's mom. They were all part of Bob's group, maybe it wasn't just one person, but two or three?

My suspect list just tripled.

I knew I needed to talk to Darry about my suspicions, but he had so much on his plate I decided I needed to do this on my own and figure it out. After seeing what they did I knew it was dangerous.

Sodapop's POV

I knew Steve was getting angry at my spaciness, but I could help it. Ponyboy was going through withdraw and it was awful. I hated to see him like that. He was hallucinating and screaming in pain. He threw up three times yesterday and once this morning while I was in the hospital. Darry finally got tired of me moping and sent me to work to mope and worry.

Work dragged on for days, but finally my shift was over after eight agonizing hours. I grabbed some fast food for Darry and I, and if Ponyboy was up to eating. He had gained two pounds while in the coma, but he was losing again while he was throwing up. I was getting worried about the stress he was putting on his body, not intently of course.

I stopped at KFC (A/N: Yeah, KFC was around and popular in the 60's.) and grabbed us some food and headed to the hospital.

When u walked in Ponyboy was awake, but his eyes were unfocused and he was leaning over rubbing his temples. I sighed and handed Darry the food and his coffee. The hospital coffee was terrible and tastes like cardboard according to him.

I think that was the hospital special.

One of the nurses came in and told us tests were going to be done. Just simple things like walking, talking, thinking, etcetera.

I knew he was going to do alright, just because I had seen him talk and stuff like that. I hoped there were no long term side effects because I knew he was already too mentally broke.

a/N: I know this is short, sorry.