When Fallen Angels Fly
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Ponyboy ~Spring, 1967~
"Wha...?" I muttered, sitting up and opening my eyes, my voice thick with sleep. I blinked quickly until my vision was clear again. I must have sat up too quick though, because I suddenly found myself hanging over the side of the bed, gagging and coughing up stomach bile.
"Take it easy, Ponyboy, you're in a hospital," a deep voice drawled, and after wiping my mouth off with the back of my hand I was surprised to find out that the voice belonged to none other than Steve Allen Randle.
"Steve?" I mumbled hoarsely, lying back down on the bed feeling absolutely drained.
"It's me, kiddo," he said in a tired voice. He must've been up with me for a while; deep bags took root under his swampy brown eyes. I instantly felt a pang of guilt, but it went away when he leaned back in his chair and straightened his cap.
"I had a date tonight, kiddo," he stated emotionlessly, but I knew they he was laying.
"You're a dirty liar, Stevie-boy," I shot back without missing a single beat. He kicked the chair between me and him. He put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
"Why do they make patients wear these stupid hospital gowns? We're already miserable enough," I griped unintelligently, yawning.
"Really? Because I remember a certain five-year-old Curtis makin' fun of me when I broke my arm in Kindergarten and had to wear one of those stupid gowns," Steve drawled, not even opening up his eyes.
"Hey, I was three thank you very much," I shot back. He grinned.
"I was talking about Sodapop. G'night, butthole," Steve muttered with a smirk playing on his lips. I echoed the same kind, friendly goodbye and let my heavy eyelids close.
I dreamt of a boy who once was afraid of his shadow, one who could kill you just by the fire in his eyes, one who has a love for alcohol, and one who could flip a car upside down and inside out, and put it back together again. I dreamt of one who could worry himself senseless over what his little brothers were getting into, one who could make you melt just by the smile he gave you, and one other boy. I couldn't quite describe him to you, but he was smart. In some ways anyhow, just not for using his damn head.
Nature's first green is gold;
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower,
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief.
So dawn goes down today;
Nothing Gold Can Stay.
And I slept peacefully for hours without a single nightmare.
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Waking up a couple hours later, I felt someone's breath on my neck. Soda was in the bed next to me and Darry was in a chair, which looked very uncomfortable by the way, my guess was to keep a vigil on me.
I ever so quietly slid out of the bed, trying to not wake my two older brothers, and went to the window standing just to the left of my hospital bed. Looking out the flowery glass, I saw the citadel that surrounded Tulsa.
The doctor decreed last night that I would have to stay for a couple more days; apparently having the flu is a lot worse when you let it evolve and not tell anyone. Weird.
After I had woken up the first time being in the hospital with Steve, I had went back to sleep and woken up right after Soda had gotten back from work. He had read me an excerpt from one of my books, but got tired of reading so he hopped into bed next to me and waited for Darry to come. I fell asleep with him quickly.
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Darry came into my room after work. "Ready to go home, kiddo?" He asked and I nodded my head enthusiastically.
"You bet."
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Stay Gold,
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