Change can be good
Summary: Ponyboy goes off to college with a scholarship but what happens in College?
Disclaimer: I don't own the outsiders. But I own everyone else though.
Chapter 26:
Darry POV:
Soda, Angie and I were the only ones to stay at the hospital all night. With all of us here the waiting room was pretty crowded and the kids were tired so everyone else left to go back to the house. It took quite a bit of persuading for Johnny and Mally to leave but eventually they left with everyone else. The nurses still wouldn't tell us anything and we couldn't get a hold of Pony's doctor. I wasn't about to tell anyone but I was starting to get really worried that he hadn't survived.
"Are you the relatives of Ponyboy Michael Curtis?" A doctor asked me, Angie and Soda.
"Yes." I told him.
"How is he? Will he be ok? When can we take him home?" Soda shot questions one right after the other.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this but it looks like he wasn't strong enough to survive the crash." The doctor said.
"What?! No this can't be happening, No! No, he's not dead!" Soda shot right into denial while Angie and I were just left stunned.
"Calm down son. I was just joking, no one ever really likes that joke. Anyway, he'll be just fine. He was very lucky to get out alive. He has two broken ribs, his left wrist is sprained, and he had two cuts that needed stitching. One was on his right leg and the other was right on is hair line. My guess is he'll be out in about two to three days." He told us, answering all of Soda's questions. Soda and I couldn't stop glaring at him. How could he joke that our baby brother was dead and expect us to say 'oh that's ok' or laugh our heads off.
"Can we see him?" Angie asked.
"Sure, he's in room 402, it's at the end of the hall." He told us and then practically ran out of the room.
"Jerk." Soda mumbled.
"Come, lets go see our baby brother." I told him, putting my arm around his shoulders and leading him to Pony's room.
Pony POV:
I woke up 10 minutes before the doctor came into my room to tell me that I had two broken ribs, a sprained wrist, and two stitched cuts. The nurse had just left after checking up on me and I was alone. I couldn't help but wonder if the gang had been told yet, and just then Soda, Darry and Angie came into my room.
"Hey guys."
"Ponyboy, how do you feel?" Angie asked.
"Fine I guess, I look like I was just in a three hour long rumble but I feel 100 times worse." I joked.
"You have no idea how worried we were about you." Soda said.
"I might have a slight idea, seeing as you and Darry are just getting the colour in your skin back." I teased.
"Ya, well the doctor made a 'not so funny' joke." Darry said.
"Yeah? And what would that have been?" I asked.
"When he came to finally tell us how your are he 'joked' that you were dead before telling us the truth." Soda filled me in.
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