Dallas Winston Has A Sister? (Outsiders Fanfic)

How Many Drugs I Have To Give You

Note to Readers: Since this is part 65, next time I update this story it'll just be a different book or whatever you want to call it. Same thing as this one, just another one.

I sat down on the edge of Pony's bed, leaning over him with one arm on either side to brace myself from falling on top of him.

"You're going to be okay," I told him, staring into his glazed-over shiny greenish-gray eyes.

He'd had a rising fever for two days, but Darry was out of town on a roofing job and no one knew when he'd be back. Soda had already tried calling him numerous times, but there was no way to reach him.

"But-" Pony started to protest weakly, but I cut him off, repeating with more conviction than before, "You're going to be okay."

He sighed and looked away, glancing out the dark window though there was nothing to see. His gaze wavered back over to me above him, and he reached a hand up to my face to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, but I grabbed his hand instead, placing it back by his side on the bed and hastily stood up, moving the hair myself.

"You need to go to sleep. I'll come check on you tomorrow morning, okay?" I told him, planning on going home and going to sleep myself before it got to late. I had been taking care of my boyfriend most of the day cause Soda had been at work, and I was tired.

I walked across the room but stopped in the doorway when Pony's voice, rough from being sick, called softly, "Wait."

"Yeah?" I asked, turning around to look across the dimly lit room at him half sitting up in bed.

"Can you-will you-stay? Here tonight, I mean, he stumbled over his words.

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"My nightmares are back," he admitted quietly, sounding ashamed. "They're really bad, even when Soda stays with me," he continued in the same low voice, for a second sounding like a scared little kid.

I sighed and walked obligingly back over to the side of the bed.

"All right, but you're sleeping no matter how many drugs I have to give you," I complied. The only thing he'd taken all day was a few aspirin, and he'd gotten virtually no sleep.

A small smile crossed his lips before the sick tired look on his face swallowed it up again. I grabbed his desk chair and pulled it over to the side of the bed, sitting down, and before I could even put my hands in my lap he reached and grabbed my right with his left. Though I didn't like it, I let him hold my hand as it rested on the bed under his.

"Go to sleep," I whispered, because it seemed like I should be whispering since it was about nine-thirty at night and Sodapop had most likely already passed out on the couch in the living room, so I didn't want to wake him up.

I could see Pony's eyes shining in the faint light from he window, but soon they drooped closed and in seconds I could hear his light breathing.

He seemed so peaceful, until he startled both us and Soda awake by bolting upright in bed with sweat coating his body, screaming bloody murder two hours later.