A/N: sorry again for another short chapter! Should I continue this story or is it stupid? Review please
Soda's POV
I ran to start the car, Darry had a 105 fever. I didn't have to be a doctor to know that was extremely bad. When the car was running, I hurried back inside to find Pony holding ice on our older brothers head. It was already melting at the contact of his skin.
"Darry, get up." I said, trying to pull him up. Ponyboy helped, but trying to lift a 6'2, 210lb man of pure muscle was incredibly challenging. Lucky for us, he helped a little. We walked to the car, half dragging him, as fast as we could.
"Goddamn it!" I banged the wheel in frustration and anxiety as we hit almost every red light. But when Darry began to shake and complain he was cold, although I could feel his burning body against mine, I began to fly through them. I was going so fast I'm surprised I was lucky enough for the fuzz not to pull me over. Ponyboy was silent and stiff the entire drive. As soon as we got there we hauled him inside. It didn't take long to get assistance, especially since his shirt was soaked in sweat, but his face was white as a ghost.
"What if he's not okay?" Ponyboy asked, looking at our older brother who had a big needle in his arm and bags of ice covering his entire body.
"I don't know." I said, not even having the heart to say that he'll definitely be fine. The room was completely silent, except for the moans of pain coming from our big brother.
"I don't want to find out." Pony said softly.