I got called out of class early today, two-bit drove me to the hospital and told me that darry and gone home for his lunch break and found soda passed out on the floor with a bottle of isapropyl alcohol beside him, he told me that he rushed to the hospital hoping he wasn't too late, I haven't seen soda yet but all I can think of is if he's alive or not

"were here kid" I heard two-bit's voice and he helped me out of the car I was shaking with fear knowing that soda was probably in ICU or something, or maybe getting ready to be put in a coffin

as I walked into the room I saw darry sitting beside soda's bedside with tears coming out of his eyes "darry?", he slowly looked up at me "is he... dead?"

darry got up and pulled me towards him "he's gonna be fine pony" I could tell he was trying to comfort me but looking down at soda almost dead was too frighting, nothing could help me get over the thought of losing him at any minute

"what'd the doctors say" two-bit asked

darry looked at soda then at two-bit"he ingested a lot of it, they don't know if he's gonna make it through the night with the way he's breathing" he looked back at soda and I could also tell his breathing was very faint

"should I take him back home" two-bit asked

I could see both darry and two-bit looking at me in the corner of my eye "yeah, I think this is a bit to much for him right now"

two-bit led me out of the hospital and I nearly passed out in the lobby, when I got home he fixed my bed up and told me I needed to rest my nerves

darry didn't come home that night, it was just me and two-bit, he stayed at our house the whole time and every once in a while I would hear the phone ring and I would start praying that it wasn't darry telling him soda died, I didn't sleep at all that night

two-bit bought breakfast from jack in the box but I didn't eat anything, my mind was working harder than my stomach if I even tried to eat I felt sick, darry called us and I was hoping it wasn't about soda

"ok, I'll bring him over" two-bit said, my heart sank and I knew what happened, "darry want's me to take you to see soda at the hospital", I took a deep breath of relief and got up to get in the car the ride felt like it took hours

when we finally got there I got out of the car, I felt very dizzy and I knew I needed to eat something, it'd had been at least a day since I'd eaten, when we walked into soda's room I saw more medical equipment than yesterday and vomit everywhere

"he's been having seizures as a result of the poisoning, the doctors have to check on him every five or ten minutes to make sure he isn't chocking on his own vomit too" darry sighed "it was a rough night having to watch him go through this, he just barely made it" he was whispering to two-bit but yet I could still hear what they were saying and the thought shook me up pretty bad

a nurse came in and started check his pulse and stuff, she brought in about three doctors to help her and darry told me to go sit in the lobby for a while, I don't know what happened after that but I'm pretty sure it wasn't good

soda finally got moved out of ICU after about a week, he started to come around but he still couldn't talk, it took two weeks before he could start completely talking

when I woke up this morning darry told me to hurry so I could see soda, I sprang up and got dressed as fast as I could, I hadn't heard his voice in a long time, when I got in the truck I could tell darry knew I was exited "take it easy on him ok ponyboy"

"i will, just hurry" I said impatiently, when we got to the hospital I hopped out of the truck and slammed the door, darry had to literally hold my shirt collar to slow me down

when I took my first step into soda's room he looked at my and smiled "hey pony" his voice was weak and shaky "how's school going"

"pretty good, you feeling any better?"

"yeah, nothing too serious anymore, the doctor said I should be out in a few weeks"

"he's been wanting to see ya real bad" darry said putting his hand on my shoulder, I walked over to the chair beside soda's bed so I could get darry of me

he really did look better, his eyes still had that wild and reckless look to them, it's as if nothing had happened, he looked like himself but with an IV needle and a bunch of other medical stuff on him, he was still the same old soda, he'd been before

"how's everything been here for ya little brother" darry asked sitting beside me in the other chair

"not much to do, but it's working out, sometimes they turn the radio on and stuff, and Steve visits every time he gets a chance, it just ain't like being at home though, the doctor told me that I thankfully didn't suffer from any intense brain damage"

"just a few minor things huh?" darry asked sounding a bit nervous

soda nodded "tor up the right side a bit, they said I'll have some trouble keeping my right hand still sometimes but other than that I should be fine"

I saw that soda was kinda drifting off a bit and darry suddenly pulled me up by the arm "come on pony, he needs his rest" as I left the room I watched soda, what if this could lead to more harm, and what if it could take his life in another event

later that night after dinner I went straight to bed, soda need sleep and so did I, as my mind slowly shut down into sleep mode I was thinking about one thing, and one thing only, is this only the beginning?