A/N: Sorry this is such a short chapter! Remember review!
"Dad! Don't leave me! You need to watch me grow up! Don't leave!" I screamed out at my father. He and I were so close. He promised to be there at my graduation, at my football games, heck, he was gonna go on fishing trips with me and my future son. As my dad walked out the door all I could do was break down a sob. I cried like a toddler having a tantrum. "DAD NO!" I kept screaming, trying to follow him.
I woke up to multiple hands fiercely shaking me. I felt sweat pour down my face, but I shook with cold.
"Pony.. Get the thermometer." I heard Soda say. I looked around but everything was blurry, I tried to blink away the fuzziness.
"Open your mouth, baby." Soda said in the most gentle voice I had ever heard him. If I could remember where my tongue was I probably would've beaten him.
"S-Soda... Where's my tongue?" I asked, getting the subject on my mind. Where is it?!
"It's in your mouth Darry..." He said, his voice shaking. He tapped my face where my mouth was. "Right here. Open it." I obeyed him, but as soon as I opened my mouth, I felt vomit come up. Soda quickly turned me on my side so it came out instead of chocking me. When I was finished, he carefully put in the thermometer, making sure he didn't touch the puke. Ewwww... I was gross. I looked down at my nose to see the little red line of the thermometer. I started laughing. It was so shiny.
"Pony! Go get ice and stay here with Darry, I'm gonna get the car started. He has to go to the hospital man!" Soda yelled in panic. Pony... That's a funny word for a tongue.