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WHOOT! This is my second chapter in row that I've written!.... Actually it's not in a row this was written about 3 day after the last chapter, but Artemis is being lazy again and not editing my stuff, Ive been asking her to edit it for the past four months, so I've actually have had this story finished for a long time. I've give up on having Artemis edit though, so without any further waiting I realease my crappy grammar upon you all and update without editing my last two chapters (although I don't think my grammar's actually that bad, Artemis just likes to feel high and mighty by putting me down...), please don't complain about grammar and such. I hope you enjoy this chapter, please review!

This chapter is in Darry's POV.


I awoke to the sound of someone coughing, and I got out of bed in a hurry. I quickly hurried out of the room, first I went into the bathroom and dug through our medicine cabinet for the thermometer, when I finally found it though, the coughing sounds had stopped and in their place came a new sound. A sort of gagging sound. I dashed out of the bathroom with the thermometer to find that Steve and Two-Bit already headed toward Soda and Pony's suddenly turned to Two-Bit.

"Can you go get something for Ponyboy to drink? I'm guessing he'll need it after all that coughing." Steve asked Two-bit. Two-Bit simplely nodded before turning in the direction of the kitchen. I reached for the door knob and turned it slowly, not wanting to make to much noise considering Dally and Johnny were still asleep. Steve and I entered the room together, Ponyboy was having another coughing fit and Soda was rhythmically rubbing his back. Pony looked horrible, his hair was sticking every which way and he was so flushed it made him look like he was wear old lady make-up. Two-Bit came in and pushed passed us, handing a glass of juice to Pony, he grabbed the juice from him and took a gulp, relieving himself of his coughing fit. His face turned slightly green.

"You okay Pone?" I asked kneeling down beside him. He turned even greener than before, and grabbed the trash can from Soda. He stuck his head into it and threw up the little bit of juice he did drink, followed by a bunch of dry heaves.

"I take it your feeling pretty crappy then?" Steve said, trying to lighten the apmosphere of the room unsuccessfully. He and Two-Bit left the room soon after, probably in realization that the only thing they could to help at the moment was clean out the garbage can- a job neither of them wanted. Ponyboy squirmed under the bed sheets and then ripped them off, I reached over and felt his forhead, it was hot and sticky from sweat.

"Gee Pony, your burning up, lemme take you temperature," I said, holding the thermometer up. He opened his mouth to say something, but before the words could reach his lips I popped the thermometer in his mouth, not wanting any protesting. As I waited for the themometer to take Pony's temperature, I thought to myself, Pony couldn't have gotteen this sick from what happened last night, he probably had a bit of fever before hand and having his head forced into ice cold water probably just made it worse. Geez, I'm a horrible brother, I should have noticed that he had a fever before he left the house last night. I reached over and took the thermometer from Pony's mouth, 105 it read, damn. This wasn't good at all, I needed to get his tempurature down, and fast! "Your temperature is way up little buddy, we should probably try to find a way to bring it down." I told him trying to sound as calm as possible. Ponyboy's reasponce to this was to shiver and pull all of the blankets up to his chin. "Hey! Were you not listening to me, we have to bring your temperature down, not up!" I scolded him.

"But, I'm freeeeeezing!" He complained, pulling the sheets closer to him. Soda got up and left the room not wanting to hear us fight.

"No, that's just the fever tricking you into thinking that!" I argued back, grabbing the sheets we started to fight, him trying to keep them up and me trying to keep them down. How could I convince Pony that he would feel better with the sheets off, and how was I going to ring his temperature down?! Suddenly an idea came to mind. "It'll be much worse if you don't cooperate, Ponyboy." I threatened and continuing to fight for the blankets. "That's it." I said with a frustrated huff, I scooped him up in my arms.

What are you doing!?" he yelped, looking slightly shock as to what I was doing. I ignored him and walked into the kitchen, grabbing some plastic bags off the counter, I sat him down and started wrapping up his broken arm. "Darry, what are you doing?"

"Wrapping your arm so it doesn't get wet." I simply said, finishing wrapping his arm I picked him back up, and started carrying him down the hall. Steve, Soda, and Two-Bit had went back to sleep and that Dally and Johnny had stayed the night too, and were asleep also, so I hoped Pony didn't make too much of a fuss and woke everyone up.

"What for?" he asked nervously.

"You, refused to bring down your temperature the easy way, so now, we have to bring it down the hard way." I told him as we entered the bathroom and I began to put my plan in action. Pony, realizing what my plan was started to try to escape from my grasp, but I just held on tighter and turned on the shower on to cold, stepping into the shower with him still in my grasp..

"Noooooo! Stop, NO, Darry, let me out of this shower right now," he started to freak out, and it was obvious he was not liking this one bit.

"What are ya doin', Darry?" Came a vary grouchy Dally from the other side of the shower curtain. I felt kinda guilty when I realized that my plot to lower Ponyboy's fever had probably woken everyone up.

"I'm bring Ponyboy's temperature down," I told Dally through the curtain.

"Huh, by the commotion he's making, you'd think you were trying to kill him." Dally said, laughing.

"Dally, save me!" Pony called out in one last desperate attempt to save himself from the cold shower.

"Wow, he sounds pretty delusional there Dar, you may want to keep him in there for a little bit." He said laughing, before walking out.

Pony struggled for a little bit more before realizing that he couldn't win against my grasp, especially considering the fact that being sick was draining the strength out of him rather quickly. His eyes fluttered softly until they remained closed and breathing evened out as he fell asleep leaning against me. We stood in the shower in the shower for a little while longer before I finally decided that Pony's temperature had probably dropped enough. As careful as I could not to wake him, I gently scooped him back up in my arms and got out of the shower, turning off the water behind me.

"Is he going to be alright Dar?" Soda's concerned voice whispered, and I turned to find him leaning against the bathroom door frame.

"Yeah, I'm hoping that the shower was able to bring down his fever at least by a little bit. Do you think you could dry off Pony and take the wrappings off his arm for me? I really need to get dressed." I told him.

"Sure." I smiled gratefully at his response and head towards Soda and Pony's room, where I gently laid Pony out on the bed, before leaving the room I quickly took his temperature, 102 it read. Not low, but not as high as before. He's going to be alright. Yeah, he's sick but, he's going to be just fine. I thought to myself as I left to go change into dry clothes but, as I did, a sense of guilt inside me that had seemed to have been there since this whole mess began, seemed to continue to grow.


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