Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders. Blahblahblah. -says other disclaimery stuff-
"Hey Ponyboy!" A cheery voice cried out. Two-Bit skipped merrily over to my bedside with a wide grin. He rubbed my head, my hair flying in all directions. I wanted to pretend that I was mad at him, but I couldn't help but laugh a little.
"Cut it out!" I said, batting his hand away.
He smiled, but stopped. I saw Soda and Darry reappear behind him. And then when I turned my head to the doorway, I saw Steve standing there, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes were wide and he was looking straight back at me.
"Hey," he said quietly.
"Hey," I replied. I hadn't talked to Steve since he'd told me to toughen up.
"Sorry about, y'know," he said, shifting his foot on the ground.
"Sure," I accepted, "Forget it."
Soda was standing there, grinning like we'd just told each other "I love you" or something.
"Aww guys!" Soda cried out and me and Steve both shook our heads at him.
"Well, looks like we'd better be off," Two-Bit said, "We have a lovely picnic party to go to."
"What?" Darry sputtered out, "Are you serious?"
"Of course!" Two-Bit said, skipping out of the room the same way he came in.
Steve sighed, "I bet his mom dropped him on his head when he was a baby," and then he followed Two-Bit out.
Soda chuckled and then looked me over once. "So how'd it go with the therapist dude?"
I shrugged, "He was okay," I said, now feeling uncomfortable.
Darry nodded, "That's good, because you're going to be seeing him twice a week, savvy?"
I nodded without protest, which made Darry look a little surprised. I smiled at him and he grinned back.
"Love you kiddo," he said, touching my cheek, "Now get some rest."
I nodded, "Okay," and I closed my eyes, not feeling tired until I actually fell asleep.
The next couple of days I was in the hospital, Darry and Soda didn't leave. I began to worry about them losing their jobs, but they both told me to shut up and not worry about it. The hospital was starting to bore me. There was nothing to do and they kept sticking me with this little tube that I guess was liquid food. Which bothered me at first, but I'd gotten used to. It was better than when they made me drink this thing supposed to make you gain weight. It was the nastiest thing ever.
Me and Soda were in the middle of a card game when I busted, "I am so sick of being here! When do I get to go home?"
Darry looked at me and sighed, "A couple more days Ponyboy. I told you."
I sighed, "I just wanna be home."
"I know," Darry said with a small smile, "Soon. I promise."
Soon couldn't seem to come soon enough, but when it did, I was more than glad to escape. When I got home I immediately turned the TV on. I didn't feel like watching it, but it was nice to have the usual noise.
Author's Note: I'm so sorry it's so short. D: I really tried, but that's all I could do for right now. Hahah. Anyways. Dude.