I know what your thinking: Two Ponyboy sickfics in one day, she must be crazy...
You're probably right but just enjoy this anyway :)
Ponyboy lay in bed, the fever weaving its icy fingers through his body despite the cocoon of warmth offered by the blankets. He felt like his entire body was heavy, weighed down by the heat and the unending ache in his head. Soda sat close beside him, his brow creased with worry as he coaxed gently, "Come on, Pony, just a bit of cake. It'll make you feel better, I promise." Ponyboy could barely muster the energy to open his eyes, but the concern in Soda's voice nudged him to agree. With a small, hesitant bite, he reluctantly sighed. The sweetness of the chocolate frosting momentarily distracted him from the throbbing ache, and he managed a weak smile of gratitude for Soda's care.
As exhaustion dragged him deeper into a restless sleep, Ponyboy's fragile break from his sickness shattered. He jerked awake suddenly, a surge of nausea seizing him before he could utter a word. His mouth was filling with saliva and he gagged once, then again, choking and coughing. Without warning, he vomited into Soda's hair. The shame and horror hit him immediately, but he was too weak to apologize.
In the disorienting haze between dreams and reality, Soda stirred awake to an unexpected warmth on his head, confusion lacing his groggy voice as he murmured, "Pony?" Before he could react, Ponyboy retched violently, the first spray landing directly in Soda's open mouth. The feeling of disgust and humiliation intensified as Soda recoiled with a startled cry, spitting and wiping at his lips in disbelief.
Ponyboy's stomach revolted again, wrenching violently. He leaned forward, expelling the contents with force. The next splatter hit Soda squarely in the face, prompting a startled yelp and frantic wiping at his eyes. But Ponyboy was unable to stop; in his daze, he twisted and emptied his stomach once more, this time drenching Soda's lap in a messy torrent of half-digested chocolate cake. The mortification was almost unbearable.
Soda opened his mouth to scream, "WHAT THE HELL!" But Pony vomited once more on Soda's lap, and chest, his stomach wrenching. The embarrassment was worse than the sickness.
The sudden commotion woke up Darry from his sleep, and he burst into the room after hearing Soda's sceams. He was used to Pony yelling in the night, but not Soda. Concern melted into uncontrollable laughter at the sight before him—Soda, adorned in a grotesque mixture of chocolate sludge and half-chewed cake crumbs. Ponyboy's cheeks burned with embarrassment that surpassed even the fever's heat.
"S-Sorry, Soda," Ponyboy managed weakly, his voice trembling. Even in the chaos, Darry's laughter filled the room. Despite everything, Ponyboy felt a strange sense of comfort in the sound.
Soda, wiping his face with a towel and struggling to contain his own laughter, managed a lopsided grin. "Next time, let's stick to soup, huh, Pony?" he suggested, his tone carrying more amusement than annoyance.
Ponyboy nodded wearily, drained and humbled.
"Go to sleep." Soda said, standing up, "I need a shower."
Pony looked at Darry who was still laughing before nervously speaking, "Darry?"
"Yeah Pony?"
"C-Can... if it's not too much trouble...can you stay? Juts until I fall asleep."
To Pony's surprise Darry smiled, "Scooch over," He said as he took Soda's spot in the bed then wrapped an arm around Pony who shivered and sighed, leaning his head against Darry's chest, "Just don't barf on me like you did Soda, okay?"
