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Ponyboy's POV

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 quickly started to shake slightly. Darry and Soda left the room with a sad, but encouraging smile. Sweat beaded on my back and neck as I answers some of the questions.

(Bold: Cops Regular: Ponyboy.)

"When we you first taken?"

"A-After track p-practice."

"How long were you kidnapped?"

"A few weeks." I mumbled.

"How long specifically." I started to breathe heavy.

"A few weeks." I repeated louder.

"Who was your capture?" He asked the number one question. I stared at my hands, breathing heavy until I saw stars. I started to hyperventilate. Luckily the nurse stuck her head in.

"I suggest you leave until my patient is more stable. He does not need more stress." She chatinisded them coldly. She fiddled with the machines as they left with an equally cold stare. It looked like Randy again. I couldn't escape him. He was everywhere I went.

Darry and Soda came back inside the room. Soda's eyes were blazing with anger and Darry's fist were balled. I assumed that this anger was towards Randy or the cops. I guess it could be both of them.

"The results of the test are convulsive. Ponyboy's mobility skills are okay, but he needs reading glasses and is having some trouble focusing. We will take the test again before he leaves the hospital to see if he can regain concentration." Nurse Chrystal explained. Darry nodded and I was still stuck on the glasses part. I was going to look like a nerd. At least the next thing she said was good news.

I was going to go home soon. After over two weeks in here I was super glad I got to go home.

That night, Darry left to grab a shower, but Sodapop stayed with me. Darry needs a hot shower, his forehead was always pinched with worry and bags were ever present under his piercing pale blue eyes.

I was so tired, but was having trouble sleeping without Darry here. Eventually, I was able to let myself be lulled to sleep by Soda's humming and foot tapping which was so familiar to me.

A/N: Sorry that that was really short. For my last question, Ponyboy was always wondering where his brothers were and wanted to hurry and get back to where they were because he didn't want to be alone. I was wondering if anybody could pick up that so early that he is developing separation anxiety. I know that was confusing but I just wanted to see. Sometimes you guys impress me on what you pick up.

Please review and/or give suggestions.