I know it's been a while, and I apologize, but on the bright side, I will start posting more frequent updates. They'll be between 800 and 1110 words, and I'm going to make a goal to post once a week, maybe every other week (depending on my schedule).
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Doctors raced into the room, and they shoved Ponyboy out as they broke out the paddles to shock Luke back to life.
"CLEAR!" Somebody shouted, and Ponyboy heard a thump right before a nurse shut the door.
Darry appeared at Ponyboy's shoulder and tugged his brother down the hall towards the waiting room.
"Come on, Pony," he whispered. "Come on."
Ponyboy allowed himself to be pulled away by his brother, and Soda slung an arm around Ponyboy's shoulders.
"It'll be okay," Soda murmured into his brother's ear.
Honestly, Soda wasn't so sure.
Ponyboy didn't know how long they sat in the waiting room, but it was long enough for him to get worried about Luke. Even more worried than he already was, I mean.
Ponyboy tapped his fingers against his kneecaps and he drew in a shaky breath; his leg bounced up and down, and his hands were sweating like crazy. Ponyboy hadn't been this worried since Johnny was in the hospital.
Soda placed his hand against the side of Ponyboy's head and pressed it into his shoulder. Ponyboy leaned on his brother while Soda ran a comforting hand up and down Ponyboy's back.
"What if he's not okay, Soda?" Ponyboy murmured.
Soda sighed. "He won't have to hurt anymore, " he pointed out.
Ponyboy nodded. "That doesn't make me feel any better."
Soda laughed without humor. "I dont think it doesn't make anyone feel any better, kiddo."
A nurse walked down the hall and into the waiting room, her flats clicking against the tiled floor as she balanced a clipboard in her hands.
She approached the Curtis brothers.
"You three are here to Luke McCoy, yes?" She said, looking up from her papers and staring from one brother to the others before focusing on Darry.
Darry nodded. "Yes. How's he doing?"
"We did manage to revive him," she said.
Ponyboy sighed in relief.
"His chances are looking... better, although it's not one hundred percent yet," the nurse said.
"So what you're saying is all we can do is hope," Ponyboy said.
The nurse nodded. "I'm afraid so. He's awake if you want to see him, but be gentle around him. He's already on thin ice."
What does she think we're going to do? Ponyboy thought. Shove him out of bed? Beat him up? Just because we're Greasers doesn't make us cruel.
The look on Soda's face told him he felt the same way.
The nurse lead the three brothers down the hall and into Luke McCoy's room, where Luke was laying in his bed and blinking, sleepily.
Luke mumbled incomprehensibly for a moment.
"I know you," he muttered more clearly, pointing at Ponyboy. "Something with... horses."
His hand fell back to the bed as exhaustion overwhelmed him, and he began to drift in and of consciousness.
The brothers turned to the nurse, who shrugged.
"He sustained some head injuries. He'll be in and out of it for a while, and when he is awake, he probably won't make much sense," the nurse explained.
Ponyboy nodded. "Thank you."
The nurse turned to Darry.
"Does he need to be admitted?" She asked, pointing at Ponyboy. "Those are some nasty bruises."
Darry shook his head. "He's fine. He fell off his bike. Busted him up, but we've got it under control."
The nurse nodded, although she still appeared concerned and a tad bit suspicious, before leaving.
Ponyboy sat in the chair at Luke's bedside.
"You guys can head to work if you need to," he said. "I'm going to stay here for a bit."
Darry nodded. "I'll send Two Bit in about an hour to check on you."
Ponyboy nodded, not looking away from Luke's puffy, bruised face.
A FEW DAYS LATER
"Cheers," Soda smiled, "to our two month anniversary."
Soda's soda can clicked against Aimee's, and she giggled before sipping from the can.
Three days had passed since Ponyboy had first visited Luke in the hospital, and Pony had gone everyday. There wasn't much change, although Luke did remember Ponyboy's name now. He didn't remember much else; the doctors said it could be awhile before Luke's mind was back in working order.
On a lighter note, Soda and Aimee were celebrating two months of glorious dating.
"Soda, these two months have been-"
"Soda!"
The couple jumped and saw Two Bit running up to where they sat on a short wall on the edge of a vacant park.
"Two Bit, we're in the middle of-" Two Bit interrupted Soda.
"Darry called me looking for you. He said to come home now. He wouldn't go into details, but he said it was something about Ponyboy," Two Bit gasped, having run all the way from his house.
Two Bit had barely finished the sentence when Soda shot to his feet and started running, faster than an Olympic runner.
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