Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own 'The Outsiders' or Ponyboy Curtis. Sigh. The owner is the best author ever, S.E. Hinton. I also do not make a profit from what I write on this site.
A/N: Unfortunately, My internet went out Monday night and I was like "Oh my gosh, I can't read my favorite fanfic's like "Passing Through" or post any of my new chapters. This really sucks." Grr. I guess it means that I had a break from reading and that I almost have the next chapter done too. I hope this is worth the wait.
I don't actually know what kind of tests they actually do post-concussion, so I'm making it up based off of the information I found online.
I have had so many suggestions from people that to acknowledge them all right now we would be here forever because you guys are so amazing. I will thank you all important people at the last chapter of my story. Thanks. Sorry the long author's note and please review. :)
Ponyboy's POV
The doctors were going to do tests to see if I hurt anything while my brain was put pressure on my skull. I had had headaches for a while and my vision was kind of blurry, but I didn't want to say anything. I enjoyed the pain because I could control it and it made me feel powerful over it.
They had me walk in a straight line. I wobbled a little bit, but regained it and walked okay. My cast was bulky but I learned how to swing my leg forward without bending my knees and use my heel to keep pressure off my aching and stinging leg. I couldn't have aspirin and the medicine the nurse gave me doesn't work very well.
I tried to read a passage out loud to the nurses, but my head hurt and my vision was very cloudy and blurry. I just couldn't focus on the words in front of me. I didn't want to let my guard down in case Randy came back, so I was focusing on the door and windows.
She nodded and started to write more stuff down on her clipboard. I was starting to get nervous, I really wanted to get out of here.
Where were Darry and Soda?
She let me go so I limped back to my room, my leg starting to ache and from the little exertion my ribs were hurting, causing breathing heavy to be difficult. I was so tired.
I got back to my bed and laid down. Soda was asking how it went, but I kept answering with one worded answers. He seemed to get annoyed by that but said nothing else.
Then, the door swung open and I was met face-to-face with the TPD, better known as the Tulsa Police Department, and they looked ready for business.
I paled and gulped loudly.
"We need to get your court statement alone, Mr. Curtis." The tallest coo told me gruffly. His eyes were the same exact color as Randy's. I started to shake violently. Darry and Soda left the room with a sad, but encouraging smile.
A/N: We are staring to see some signs of future events for Ponyboy. If you can guess what is going to happen then I'll give you a shoutout. It's not very obvious but I just want to see what you see. It is not the cops statement. (BunnyLuvsU, not you cuz I already told you what's going to happen.)
Ponyboy's thoughts are kind of scrambled, there normal then dark then depressed then normal… etc. He is suppose to be like that. He is confused, scared of Randy and cannot focus on one thought at a time. Just wanted to clear that up.