Four weeks surgery...
Soda-
"Stevie", Soda calls
"Yeah", Steve says
"Thanks for letting me cry on your shoulder", Soda says
"Anytime, man. You've had a tough few weeks.", Steve says
"Thanks for being understand", Soda says
"You're my best friend. What kind of best friend would i be if i pushed you away when you needed someone.", Steve says
"Two-bit left rather quickly", Soda says
"Yeah, he took Darry to the doctor", Steve says
"I forgot that was today", Soda says
"How do you think he's doing?", Steve asks
"Physically, he's healing up nicely. But i don't know about emotionally. Sure, he's more open now but it's not always easy to read him", Soda says
"He's like a skilled poker player", Steve says
"He used to come to me more but now he feels like a burden. He's not, he's my brother and he needs me. I don't think of him of a burden anymore than he thought i was when i was in his shoes", Soda says
"You thought the same thing as he did your parents died", Steve says
"You're right about that. That was at first, I didn't as i came to realize why he became our guardian.", Soda says
"Remember you felt like you couldn't let your feelings out a one point. You had to be the peace keeper, the strong force who balances the house. They both came to you, Pony for support and Darry for understanding. They simply couldn't go to each other and talk", Steve says
"Stevie, it's like they speak different languages and I'm the translator. They've gotten a lot better but i still have to translate from time to time.", Soda says
"Yeah", Steve says
"Let's go get a couple of cokes", Soda says
"Alright, let's go", Steve says
Pony-
I was walking into my last hour class, English. I was glad that Cherry wanted to be friends. Now, that Johnny's gone, i feel lonely. I don't have my best friend anymore. No one could replace Johnny that's for sure but i still need another friend.
I took a seat at the front. I sat my books down and listened to Mr. Symes. "Alright, today we are going to start our group projects. This will count as your semester finals. You and your partner will chose a poem and write a paper of it analogizing the words. You will also make a visual representation and your notes will be a part of the project.", says
"So partner up in groups of two", He says
I had taken notes over what Mr. Symes had said about our projects. I looked up to see Cherry at my desk. "Can i be your partner?", Cherry asks
"Sure", I say
"What should we do as our topic?", Cherry asks
"Nothing gold can stay by Robert Frost", I say
"Alright", Cherry says
"I'll write the paper. You can work on the search for the representation. ", I say
"I can do that. Robert Frost, right?", Cherry says
"Yes", I say
Only if Cherry knew the importance of that poem. I didn't know that reciting that poem to Johnny a year ago would have changed my life so much. I know those words Robert Frost wrote effected Johnny. The poem brought sadness, a dull ache and joy into my heart all at once.
I began to write that paper, one word at a time. I knew what i wanted to say. It wasn't much different from writing my theme last year. The words just traveled from my head to the paper with lighting speed. My fingers grasping the pencil and writing the words onto paper.
Darry-
I had pushed myself forward in therapy. I was cycling on the stationary bike. The sweat dripped down my forehead. I knew that my legs weren't going to give in yet. I was able to get a couple of pushes in before they gave out. I let out a breath and rested a minuet. Two-bit watched from the corner. I had grown stronger and was using crutches.
The crutches allowed me more of a range of motion. I would like use the crutches for a while. It would be sometime before i'm ready to graduate from the crutches. I use forearm crutches and walked across the room. I wiped the sweat from my brow and walked to the doctor's waiting room .He always looked over me.
"Darrel Curtis", a nurse calls
Two-bit followed behide as i walked across the room. I took a seat on the table the paper crinkling underneath. I sat my crutches to the side and watched for the doctor. I began to wait and within minuets i heard a knock. Dr. Smith arrived with his chart in hands.
"How are you doing Darrel?", He asks
"Good", I say
"I see you've advanced to crutches.", He comments
"Yes", I say
"Good. I want to do a spinal tap and see how that fluids's doing.", He says
I knew i would have to lay here for thirty minuets before i could move. I turned on my side and the doctor cleaned the area. I clinched my teeth as he inched the needle in ,Two-bit saying "It's almost over". I felt as the doctor collected the sample and inched the needle out. I laid there for thirty minuets before the doctor came back.
"I'm happy with the progress. The fluid is going down but the level is still rather high. I want you to look out of two signs that something is wrong. A margin and vomiting are signs that you're in trouble. Get to the hospital as quickly as you can.", Dr. Smith says
"Yes", I say
"You're free to go", he says
I shook his hand and he shook mine. Two-bit and I made our way to the truck. He drove me home.