Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own with The Outsiders nor do I make a profit from S.E. Hinton's work fabulous work. (I wish I could write like she does!) S.E. Hinton is the true owner of The Outsiders.
Darry's POV
Today was Ponyboy's the day that Ponyboy was going into surgery to get his tonsils out and he was super nervous but he wouldn't admit it or show it. I told him that he could get a ton of ice cream, but he just rolled his eyes and said that he wasn't five years old anymore and that ice cream bribes wouldn't work on him anymore.
Crud, I thought I had something going here, I thought bitterly, wishing I had a way to make my not-so-little-anymore younger brother feel better about the surgery.
I driver to the hospital where we seemed to spend too much time. My parents died here. I repressed a shudder.
I turned to look at Soda. He was fiddling with his thumbs and bouncing his leg. I knew if I didn't give him something to do that he would get himself into some trouble.
"Hey, Soda, why don't you grab a muffin and a Pepsi. Grab a coffee too for me." I told him. He nodded and left for the hospital's cafeteria.
I sat there filling out some leftover paper work until Sodapop got back with the coffee.
I sipped my coffee while Soda are his muffin. The Pepsi was left untouched as Soda inhaled his muffin. He just ate breakfast, and he's still hungry! I thought, shaking my head with a smirk on my lips.
"What?" Soda asked innocently.
"You, you pig." I told him, jabbing him in the ribs. He punched my arm lightly, mock glaring at me while fighting a smirk that was tugging on his lips.
Finally, we both laughed but it was cut off as a doctor came out.
"Family of Ponyboy Curtis?" The doctor called. I stood up along with Soda and made my way over to the doctor with news on my kid brother.
"Hello, I'm Doctor Warren, Ponyboy's head doctor. The surgery went very well and he's in room 726. He's asleep but may wake up while you guys are in there." I shook his hand and Soda and I made our ways to room 726.
I walked in and saw Ponyboy on the bed. His eyes were closed but he whispered/croaked out a "Hey."
"Hey, Pone. How are you feeling?" Soda asked quietly.
"Awful." He croaked and I knew he wasn't exaggerating. He sounded probably as bad as he felt and if he was going to admit it, the pain had to be almost unbearable for him to actually say anything.
"What hurts?" I asked him gently. He tried to open his eyes but shut them in pain at the bright room. Soda closed the blinds and Ponyboy opened his eyes again.
"My throat, head, and I feel like I am going to puke." He moaned. I thrust the little pan at him but he just weakly pushed it away, annoyed.
"I said I feel like it, not that I'm gonna." He informed me. I set it over on the table.
We sat in silence for a few more minutes until Ponyboy's eyelids started to droop. Soda stroked his hair as Ponyboy started to fall back asleep.
A/N: I got my adenoids removed as a kid, but never my tonsils. I almost had to, though. I'm attempting to make this realistic so if anyone has gone through this and wants to give me feedback, I would love the comments about recovery and other stuff like that. Please R & R!
Well, that's all for today! I gotta take my nut job of a dog, Olaf, to behavioral classes. :( He's crazy but I love him to death.