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CHAPTER 7

*Steve*

As soon as work is over, Soda asks, no- demands, to go strait to the hospital and see Pony. We don't even have time to change, but of course I don't argue. Sometimes you just have to deal with Soda. After the fourth day this has become more of a routine.

We make it to the hospital, and he goes up to Pony's room.

He opens the door and finds Pony awake, looking bored at the tv. His eyes light up when he see's Soda.

"Back already? I was enjoying not having you around," Pony jokes.

"You think you're funny, don't ya?" Soda sits down on his bed, "scoot over- this is my favorite show."

Pony grins. "Really? Have fun watching " A documentary about the making of couches.""

I try not to laugh. "Is that really what you're watching?"

"Of course not," he closes the T.V," I'm watching this train wreck over here," he answers, pointing at Soda.

"Well, I'm glad you're feeling better." I tell him honestly. The house sure is a lot quieter without him.

"Thanks Steve."

*Ponyboy*

The past few days were mostly filled with sleep and visits from friends and family. Not that I minded, but I was really worried about getting behind in school. I should be able to leave here soon. That's all Darry had told me, but on my first day here, I could have sworn that there was something he was going to me. I mean I might have imagined it, and if it was important they would have already told me by now. Right?

I disregard the thought. I shouldn't be stressing out about something that might not even be real.

After around 10 minuets, both Darry and Two-bit arrive and get comfortable.

"Hi Pony," calls Darry "Are you feeling better?"

"Hey, and yeah I am actually."

"That's good, he looks at Soda uncertainty, "because we sort of need to talk to you about something important."

So I wasn't imagining it. Moments of silence go by before I speak up.

"Well? Spit it out Darry."

"Okay, first of all you know that you could have died, and we're all thankfully and happy that you lived.

"Get on with it."

"Because of the injury to your lung, the doctor doesn't want you to do any sports or excessive exercise. So you won't be able to do track or any running for at least the rest of High school. I'm sorry Pony."

No track for the rest of High school?

I've already lost so much; Mom, Dad, Dallas, and Johnny. But now I've even lost the last bit of fun in my life. Not only did I loose track, but with it I lost my competitiveness, motivation, perseverance, and happiness.

Thanks for reading. Sorry for any spelling/ grammar mistakes.