Disclaimer: S.E. Hinton owns all rights and creative genius in The Outsiders. Sadly, I don't own Ponyboy nor am I dating him (I wish!) and I do not profit from anything or own any of her writing or the any of her characters. I am just borrowing them fun and get no profit besides reviews.
Ponyboy's POV
We got in Soda's car and drove home. I saw Darry's truck and gulped.
I walked in and Darry immediately noticed my face.
"What the heck happened to you?" He shouted.
"We had a small run in with a few Socs." I downplayed it.
"6 Socs jumped him and Two-Bit. He broke his ribs and has more stitched on his stomach." Steve tattled. I glared at him.
"Lift up your shirt." I complied and he sucked in a breath. Purple bruises covered my thin stomach and I had seven stitches going from my chest to my hip bone.
"Does it hurt?" Darry asked. I shook my head, lying. Darry saw right through me.
"Sit down." Darry commanded.
"You need to eat more Pony, your real skinny." Steve said. I stuck my tongue out at him. He tackled me lightly and sat on me.
"You need to eat less Steve your fat!" I retorted. Soda laughed, but then coughed.
"Get off Steve, he ain't lookin' too good." Soda helped me up. I yawned.
"Tired, Kiddo?" Soda asked and I nodded, it had been a long day.
"You alright, Pone? It's only seven a-clock." Darry asked, concerned. I nodded, I just had a killer headache.
Soda still wasn't feeling too hot so he followed me to bed. I snuggled up to Soda's warm protective arm, not feeling too good if I was honest.
Soda's POV
Somewhere in the middle of the night I woke up to rough coughing.
It was Ponyboy. I felt his head, he had a fever. I remember the doctor saying infection was easy because his immune system was weakened. Stupid me, I should never have let him talk me into sleeping with him while I was sick.
I ran into Darry's room and woke him up.
"What Soda?" He demanded grumpily.
"It's Ponyboy, he's sick." I told him hurriedly. His whole demeanor changed abruptly.
He went to Ponyboy's room and woke him up.
"Dar, I don't feel good." He mumbled. I knew he felt bad, he hated for us to worry or to seem "weak." I knew he felt awful if he said he didn't feel good.
Darry scooped him up, being careful of his ribs and take him to the truck. We hopped in and sped to the hospital in record time.
A/N: I couldn't think of anything else to make Ponyboy get sick. I didn't want this story to be chemo chemo and then chemo, it would be boring. I hope that was an okay idea, I wanted to make sure it was different than any other Leukemia fic.