Chapter 14: The Results and A Visit From The United States Army
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Darry's POV
When you don't know if someone you love is going to live or die, time slows down. It felt like hours before Doctor O'Conner came out with news on my brothers.
"Family for Ponyboy and Sodapop Curtis?" He called, glancing around the waiting room. I stood up and shook his hand, bracing myself for bad news.
"How are my brothers?" I asked worriedly.
"Ponyboy has a fractured wrist and three broken ribs. Sodapop got the blunt of the hit. He has minor concussion and he completely shattered his right foot. We had to do surgery on it and insert a metal splint into his foot."
A metal splint? How long will the recovery be? He has to be in Oklahoma City soon...
"Sodapop has to be in Oklahoma City soon, for basic training..." I trailed off. Would he be charged with dodging the draft?
"I'll handle notifying the army, he's in no condition to be in basic or in Vietnam. But they may send some soldiers to check on him," Doctor O'Conner informed me professionally. I thanked him and watched him leave.
Soda wasn't going to 'Nam. He was going to be okay, both of my brothers were both okay.
Darry's POV
"Hey, Ponyboy," I greeted softly.
He looked at me with bleary, glossy, drugged-up eyes. If I wasn't so worried I would have laughed at the thought of my little, innocent brother on drugs.
"Soda. Where's Soda?" He slurred groggily. I pushed back his bangs off of his forehead.
"Soda's okay. Soda's with Steve," I assured him.
"M'Kay," he mumbled.
"Go to sleep, Pony, it's alright," I told him quietly. He barely registered my presence, he just closed his eyes. I watched him sleep for a few minutes before a nurse bustled into the room.
"I need to check his vitals, Mr. Curtis," she addressed me. "Please leave."
"Alright," I agreed dejectedly, "If anything happens, I'll be in room
257."
"Everything will be okay," she promised me. I nodded and turned on my heel to go see Soda.
A/N: Cookies for all of you lovely reviewers! I'm hoping to finish this story at about 18-20 chapters, so only about five more left. :(
Aufenthalt Gold,
~Alee