Disclaimer: I still don't own any of it.
YEESHES! You all are amazing reviewers! Also, any past tense or imperfections in this story are all Artemis's fault, because I, Sampire, am way too awesome like to make any sort of mistake (That and I enjoy being an ass who blames her friends for her grammar and writing mistakes...).
Any-hoo this chapter is in Soda's POV once again.
After we got Ponyboy warmed up a little, he regained a small bit of consiousness. Although I'd warmed him up, I felt he was probably going to get a real bad cold, in the very least.
He stayed in his semi-conscious state as I helped him into a pair of sweatpants. I decided it was probably best I left his shirt off until we tended to his wounds. He had a lot of large gashes across his chest, and I worried he might have to get stitches. I noted his chest was bruising along his rib cage I was also guessing he had broken a rib or two. After taking the coverings off his cast, I slowly lifted him, trying to be gentle as I could, not wanting for him to feel any pain. I headed towards our bedroom, where I silently laid him down before going into the living room. Darry and Dally were just finishing up on treating Johnny's wounds when I came in.
"How's Pony doin'?" Steve asked as he came up beside me. I know Pony doesn't think Steve cares about him, but he does. A lot more than anybody would probably ever find out, I'm guessing.
"I got him warmed up, although I'm pretty sure he's going to have a nasty cold after this. I kept his shirt off, he's got some pretty bad gashes across the chest that need to be treated. I hope he doesn't need stitches. I think he might have also broken some ribs." I said, dutifully reporting to Steve and the rest of the gang.
"Soda, can you get some ice for his ribs while I go treat those gashes?" Darry asked, grabbing the first-aid kit and heading towards my room.
"Yeah, sure," I said, already heading towards the kitchen. As I got some ice I thought to myself, all Pone wanted was to take a little walk, I can't believe his luck lately ...
"Here," I said, walking into my room. I tossed Darry the bag of ice. He put it to Pony' side and continued working on his gashes. As Darry wiped at a particularly big gash that wouldn't stop bleeding, he sighed.
"Soda, can you go into the first-aid kit? There should be a needle and some thread in there. Bring that and some gauze over to me, this one is going to need stitches." He informed me. I dug through the medical supplies until I found he had asked for and then handed them over.
"Shouldn't we give him some painkillers before we do this?" I asked.
"The only painkillers we have are aspirin, and at the moment I don't think he's alert enough to take any," He replied. Darry had finished preparing the needle and had positioned it against Pony's skin before pushing it through the flesh. If Ponyboy hadn't been awake before, he was now. His eyes popped open and he let out a long pained groan.
"Stop! What are you doing? That hurts, Darry!" He complained in a horse voice, trying to wriggle away.
"You need to get this stitched up, little buddy, stop moving so much." Darry told him. He whimpered a little than tried to become as still as possible.
What did my poor baby brother ever do to deserve this? I asked myself as I watched the painful procedure that was taking place in front of me.
I'm really sorry I know this chapter is short, but it's 1 in the morning and I think I should proably call it a night.... Or morning, or what ever.... I'll update after catching somes Z's. Personaly I think that review botton looks pretty tempting, come on, you know you wanna press it!
