Disclaimer: S.E. Hinton owns all rights and creative genius in The Outsiders. Sadly, I don't own Ponyboy and I also do not profit from anything or own any of her writing or the any of her characters/plot. I am just borrowing them fun and get no profit besides reviews which are appreciated. If I did I would make the gang live in the 21st century and make Ponyboy date me. :)~

A/N: What is the possessive of Curtis? Curtis's or Curtis' or just Curtis? Help me please!

Ponyboy's POV

I was having a great dream for once in my life. One where I didn't have cancer and my parents were alive. When I started to come back into reality, I wondered why I didn't feel good. I started to remember why when I heard Dallas's gruff voice.

"You awake Kid?"

I smiled up at him, glad to have company. He just rolled his eyes at me.

"I'll take that as a yes, I guess. I've never seen anyone happy in a hospital. They give me the creeps," He responded.

"I'm not a huge fan of them either. At least you get to leave. As soon as I get released their suppose to give me more chemo. At this rate I'll never go home." I complained, I really did hate hospital, always have. He shook his head, laughing because I typically didn't complain or talk that much.

"Maybe if you used your head you wouldn't have slept with Soda and landed yourself here." He sounded so much like Darry that I just stared at him.

"Got a problem with my face?" He asked. I shook my head.

"That's what Darry tells me all the time." I told him.

"Don't ever compare me to Darry again or I'll beat the tar out of you."

Steve's POV (I'm not good with Steve so bear with me.)

Soda needed to snap out of it. Ponyboy wasn't dead yet and he needed to stop acting like he was.

He was a zombie all through work, not flirting with any of the cute girls that walked in. I was ready to smack him. When he went to leave I grabbed him by the collar of his uniform.

"Listen Soda, Pony ain't dead yet and if you act like it, he'll lose hope. You need to snap out of it." I told him. He snapped back at me.

"That's not your brother laying there. You hated him, why care now?" He yelled. I actually wanted him to yell, he needed to get it all out if his system or he would break at the wrong time.

"I've always cared. I just wanted some space from him when we hung out. But you need to remember, he looks up to you and if you lose hope he loses hope." I told him. He nodded finally.

"I guess you're right. Thanks Steve." He sighed. I nodded, glad that I got through to him.

We parted our ways and I headed back to my house. But that's al it is, a house. Four walls and a roof. The Curtis's was my real home. They were my real family and I was not loosing another family member.

A/N: I'm sorry this is short. Please tell me which POV should be next. Also, which POV or POVs should Ponyboy's chemo session be in?