I do not own The Outsiders.
Back at the Curtis house, Darry is in his big chair, Pony and Johnny are on the couch, Steve and Dally, who showed up not too long ago, are sitting on the floor, Soda is in the shower, and Kendra is in the kitchen, drinking a long neck. It was just way too quiet without Two-Bit there to make some type of noise. Darry was finishing the paper for the fourth time when a knock at the door flowed into their ears. He got up, brushed off jeans, and went to the door. Opening it, he came face to face with a cop. He was holding an envelope, addressed to Darrel Curtis and Dallas Winston. Darry took it, thanked the man, and shut the door.
"Dally, we got a letter." he said, making Dally look up. Darry was reading the letter when he went white. "Dallas... were being called to court. Along with Steve, Soda, Pony, Johnny, and Two-Bit... if he lives."
"Court... again?"
"When's it bein' held?" Steve asked.
"Um... three days. That's a school day, I ain't lettin' Ponyboy go."
"Aw, c'mon, Dar, I'll make up any work!" Pony protested. Dally ruffled Pony's greased hair.
"You gotta listen to yer mama." he said, getting hit with the paper by Darry.
"Pony, don't think I'm picking on you, if Soda went to school, he'd have to stay home. He doesn't work that day. Neither does Steve." he said, glancing at the paper again, "'Stephen?'" he muttered. "Stephen Randle?" Steve looked up.
"Don't call me that!" Soda, who had just gotten out of the shower, was standing behind Steve, laughing his head off.
"Stephen makes you sound girly, Stevie-boy!" said Soda, laughing it out. Dally was snickering.
"Stephen Randle. Aw, so cute." Dally said, leaning back against the couch cushion. Steve jumped on Dally, slugging his playfully in the jaw.
"Don't call me that!" Dally pushed Steve off of him and jumped on top of him, beginning a play fight.
"Just don't kill Stephen, Dallas." Darry said with a smirk. Dally had Steve in a head-lock; Steve jerked his leg back and kicked Dally in the shin. Of course, Dally let go, allowing Steve to jump him. Darry was re-reading the note again, nodded in an understanding way, and stuffed it into his back pocket. "Anyways, the doctors told us that the operation will be done in about..." he looked at his watch, "two hours."
"Darry, it'd be midnight..."
"Yeah... I'll go by myself and check up on him. Dally, you can look after them... aw, get offa Steve, Dal." Dally got up, slapping Steve upside the head, and sat back where he was on the floor. "Anyways, think ya can look after them?"
"Sure."
"Hey, isn't Kendra in the kitchen? Wont she wanna go?" Johnny asked.
"We haven't heard from her in a while..." Darry whispered, walking to the kitchen. He looked at Kendra, who was shaking, had her head face down on the table, and a pill bottle in her closed fist. Darry, gettin worried, ran up to her and grabbed the bottle. He looked at it, it was empty and no pills were around the table or floor. Looking own at her, her face was white. "Damn it!" he grabbed onto her and shook her gently, "Wake up..." She was breathing softly. "An over-dosage." he muttered. "DALLY!"
"What?"
"Come here, quick." Dally came in and froze.
"Damn..." He went right to the phone and dialed the number he knew all too well, 911.
–x-X-x–TWO HOURS LATER –x-X-x–
"Mr. Matthews?"
"Wat...?" he looked up at the doctor, feeling quite tired and was trying to knock something off of his chest; what he thought was a rock was actually bandages. The doctor swatted his hand and wagged his finger at him.
"Don't mess with them. Anyways, you have a visitor. Actually, two. Want to see 'em?"
"Who are them?"
"It's the man from earlier today and a tow-headed kid." Darry and Dally, Two-Bit thought.
"Why not." The doctor left quietly and Darry and Dally came in. "Hey boys." Two-Bit greeted. "Wat time is it?"
"Around midnight." Dally answered. Darry sat down in a white chair, Dally leaned on a wall.
"Two-Bit..." Darry began.
"What?"
"Kendra... she had to get her stomach pumped." he said. Two-Bit went white.
"What?" he asked again, shaking this time.
"Her stomach was pumped." Dally spoke up, "She over-dosed."
"That's not safe for her baby..."
"The kid is fine, it didn't effect... him." Dally said, finishing with a grin.
"Him?" Two-Bit cracked a small smile.
"It's a boy."
"Is Kendra still here?
"Yeah, down the hall."
"Hey, call the doc in, Dar." Darry got up, left for a minute or two, and came back with the doctor. The doc was smiling at Two-Bit.
"Yes, Keith?"
"Do ya mind if I go down the hall to see my sis?"
"But, you're not supposed to..."
"Walk, I know. Gimee a wheel-chair, I gotta see her." he said, swinging the blanket off of his legs. "C'mon, be a friend!" Then he gave him puppy-dog eyes. The doctor laughed. He turned, went to a closet and grabbed a folded wheel-chair from the shelf, and brought it over.
"Just cause I like you, kid."
"WOO!" The doctor was unfolding the chair as Darry and Dally lifted up Two-Bit from the bed. They placed him in the chair carefully as he was grinning. Then, the doctor came behind him and began to push him. Two-Bit was doing what looked like a happy dance while being pushed. Nurses down the hall were snickering at him as he 'danced'. Once at the room Darry told the doctor, Two-Bit stopped dancing.
"Hey, doc, do ya mind me being in there alone?"
"No prob." he answered, then explained how to roll the chair. After fidgeting with it, Two-Bit finally got it moving. It was a wonder he could drive a car. He rolled himself inside; the doctor shut the door behind him. On the bed, Kendra was staring at the ceiling.
"Heya, Kendra." Two-Bit greeted. She looked over at him.
"Hey, Two-Bit."
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