Disclaimer: By now you probably already know that I don't own any of it. You've also probably have taken to realizing that I wish I did own The Outsiders. If you have realized this already.... I'll just tell you now, I really wish I owed the Outsiders.
I'm sad to say I haven't been getting a lot of reviewers lately, I really would appreciate it if you reviewed this story. To those of you who did review, thank you so much, I appreciate it a lot. Also, IT'S SUMMER HOLIDAYS, YAAAAY! This means I'll be able to update my account and this story much more often. I'm also thinking of starting a new story.
Any-hoo this chapter is Ponyboy's POV.
It's been two days since I was submitted to the hospital, and the doctors have finally decided that my condition is stable and that it would be all right if I went home. Of course, I won't be able to go to school for a little bit yet. But that's okay, I can get Two-Bit to collect my homework for me.
A social worker stopped by my hospital room the other day to ask me some questions about my injury. I told her that I fell, and that was how I broke my arm. She asked me how got the bruise on my face (which is starting to look a lot better, by the way) and I told her that my jaw knocked into something. I am happy to report that the social worker believed my story and I will continue living with my brothers. Things are starting to become normal around the gang and I again, and although I don't think I'll be wrestling with Two-Bit anytime soon, they're not treating me like I'm something breakable anymore (they're still really trying to be gentle around me though). Darry and I are on way better terms, and I think that both of us will try harder not fight about things.
"Hey Pone, I brought you some clothes, ready to get out of your hospital gown?" Soda asks me, grinning from ear to ear.
"Yes!" I reply snatching the the clothes from him with my good arm. I immediately jump out of bed and start to take off my hospital gown. I yank the gown through the small hole made by my sling, finally ridding my body of the garment. Soda just laughs and leaves the room in order to give me a bit of privacy. The first thing I do is put on the pair of clean underwear Soda had given me, then I pulled on my jeans, I had a little trouble getting the button on my jeans done up, but I eventually got it. The only thing I hadn't put on yet was my shirt.
How the hell am I going to get this on!? I think to myself. At the moment my arm is in a sling. I try to undo the sling from the back, but can't get it undone. I try to slide the sling off but I can't because I had too much trouble lifting my arm in order to do so. Next, I try just pulling my shirt on with the sling on. It doesn't work.
Grumbling, I give up and head towards the door. I open it up and poke my head out.
Great, I think. The whole gang was standing outside in the hallway talking to each other; I guess they had all decided to come because they all knew I was coming home today, even Dally was there. The only person who wasn't was Darry, and that was because he was filling out some discharge papers for my release at the front desk.
"Hey, Soda!" I whisper-yell, trying not to get the attention of everyone else. Of course they all turn towards me when they heard my voice.
"Yeah, Pony?" Soda responds casually, turning around to face me just like everyone else.
"Can you help me? I can't my shirt on." I ask, feeling l my ears grow hot and knew that they were probably a very bright shade of red. Two-Bit burss out laughing. Steve tries and fails to hold back his laughter. Even Dally lets out a little snicker, and Johnny cracks a smile.
"Sure," Soda says, smiling. I can tell he is trying to hold back his laughter.
"Next time one of you breaks your arm and can't get your shirt on, I'm going to laugh at you, then you'll be sorry you guys laughed at me!" I half-heartedly threaten my laughing friends, while childishly sticking out my tongue at them.
"I hate to break it to you, buddy, but none of us are planning on breaking our arms anytime soon." Two-Bit says, grinning.
I ignore his comment and allow Soda to guide me back into my hospital room. Soda grabs my shirt off the bed before returning to my side.
"I'm going to take your sling off, are you ready?" Soda asks me.
"Yeah," I say. As Soda removed my sling, I feel the heaviness of my cast's weight. It makes me feel unsteady to have the extra weight on one side of my body, and I sway a little bit due to it. I feel strong arms steady me.
"You okay, Pony? You seem a bit unsteady. Do you need to sit down?" Soda asks me, concern etched into his voice.
"I'm all right, just this cast is real heavy. Makes me kind of unbalanced." I reply.
"Okay, but if you need to sit down just give me the word," Soda sounds unsure, and I'm pretty sure he wanted me to sit down, but I didn't. I hate the fact that I'm so weak right now, and sitting down would not help. Soda gently takes hold of my bad arm and pulls it through its sleeve hole. He then helps me pull the rest of my shirt on, and positions my arm and put it back in the sling.
"Thanks, Soda," I say quietly. He puts a comforting hand on my shoulder and leads me out of the room. He doesn't take his hand off my shoulder, and I knew that in my unsteady state he was afraid I might fall and hurt myself. I felt better knowing that he would catch me if I fell.
"Ready to get out of here, little buddy?" Darry asks while walking up to us.
"Yes! Lets get outta here!" I exclaim eagerly. A few chuckles were exchanged amongst the gang at my excitement before we left the hospital.
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