Movie Star Smile |Sodapop x Reader|

Injury and Recovery |chapter 19|

When Darry opened the door, Soda plopped down on the couch, Darry sat in the big armchair, Steve sat on a pillow on the floor, and Two-bit layed on the ground and too hurt to even move. I sat at the end of the couch where Soda's feet were. As I slowly sat down, the pain from my ribs was too great. "Hey are you alright?" Soda said, sitting up with a worried look. "Yea I think so," I grumbled. He tried to force himself off the couch to try to get up. "I'll get the-" he began. I cut him off. I put my hands on the couch to support myself getting up. "I'll go get the supplies," I grunted. I slowly made my way to the bathroom. I walked so slow I couldn't even hear the floors creaking. When I got to the bathroom, I opened up the mirror where I saw shelves of medical supplies. Hydrogen peroxide, band-aid raps, gauze, cotton balls, buddy tape, large rib tape, first aid kit, and elastic to hold gauze to eyes. I grabbed all I could hold. When i closed the cabinet, I slowly made my way back to the living room. Everyone was pretty silent. We could all tell that we were in pain.

I threw all the supplies on the couch where I was sitting. As tried to kneel down by Sodapop, he shook his head. "But Soda..." I said. "Do everyone else first, okay?" He said. For a second I started to worry. He nodded, reachering me it was the right thing to do. So I went over to Darry first. I kneeled down by Darry trying to examine the damage. I could tell he didn't want any help to begin with. I gave him a stirn look and slightly pulled his left hand forward. I could tell it was a bit busted up, but anything too bad. I covered a cotton ball with peroxide. I held it to his knuckles, and looked at him. "Hold," I demanded. With his other hand, heald the cotton ball as I examined his head. It wasn't anything too bad, so I slapped a band-aid on it and moved on. Since Two-bit was already sitting up, I decided he should be second. I quickly got some gauze out and heald pressure on his head. I heald his hand and made him hold the gauzes there, so I could look at his other cut on his cheek. Then I made him hold that one too. I quickly went over to the couch to get the first aid kit and get the stitches.

When I went over to him. I told him, "This is going to hurt like hell." I held up the needle to show him. He took a swig of beer. "Let's do this," Two-bit drunk, but with confidence. I was hesitant, but then I preached his skin with the needle. Hewas skwinking the entire time. But after I stitched up his head and cheek, I could count eleven stitches in total. "Where did you learn how to do that?" He asked. "Years and years of practice," I replied. I started to tape up half of his face. I looked at him and he started to worry. "Don't worry Two-bit. I'm alright," I reassured him. As I got up, I walked over to Steve. "How ya' holding up?" I asked him. He tried to chuckle just so I could tell it hurt. I went down on my knees and started to rap his ribs together so it could lessen the pain. Then finally Sodapop. As he sat up I looked at his face. I started to feel a bit bad, and I knew Soda could tell. He put his hand on my cheek. "Hey are you alright?" Soda asked, sadness in his voice. I tried to put a smile on my face. "Yea I'm okay. I'm just sorry that your face got busted up," I told him.

Then he shined that big, bright, movie star smile of his. "There's no need to worry Coco," he responded. There was a gash on his lip so I cleaned it up and kissed the bruise on his cheek. Soda got off the couch and pulled me up with him. "Come on Coco, lets go to the bathroom to clean you up. Plus Steve needs the couch," he smiled. I followed him into the bathroom. When he closed the door, he dropped all the supplies in the sink. He gestured to me to take off my shirt. "Why?" I asked. "So I can fix you," he said. I looked at him like he was doing something shady but I just decided to do it. When I took off my shirt, Soda looked over and I could tell he was staring at my ribs. "How bad is it?" I asked. Soda walked over and picked up the rib rap. As he got close. He still kept silent. Each time he went around, I just hurt a bit more, and by the time he was done, I could feel a tear coming down. When he looked up at me, he wiped away the tears and gave a gentail kiss and held my hands.

"Well I can tell there's at least two to three broken ribs. I don't know how long it would take to heal," he told me. He stroked my hair back and looked at my face. He also briefly looked at his hands. "You got a bruised eye and a... scar on our cheek," he added. I was a bit confused for a second, wondering why he paused. "Why did you pause?" I asked him. When I looked into his eyes I could see that the spark in his eyes was flickering out. "Soda?"

When I looked where he was staring, it was the scars on my arms. The ones from not too long ago. "I'm just so proud for how far you've come," he said. "Oh come on Soda it's not like a little scar had stopped me from down anything," I commented. Soda intertwined his fingers with mine. "Now put your shirt back on and lets join the others," he smiled. As I quickly put on my shirt, Soda dragged me out to the living room. Since Steve was asleep on the couch, Soda and I put our back against it, and put my head on him. Only a few minutes later, the door started to open. It turns out it was Ponyboy. He looked numb. like he just seem something scary. But Darry waisted no time yelling at him. "Where have you been?" Darry yelled. Soda covered my ears tight. But not too tight where I can't understand anyone. As Ponyboy tried to talk to his room, Darry still tried to get his attention. "Ponyboy, whats the matter?" Then Ponyboy spoke the words no one wanted to hear. "Johnny... he's dead," he grumbled. "We told him about beatin' the Socs and... I dont know he just died." Then when I looked over at Soda, he was no longer smiling. He let out a sad yelp then almost proceeded to cry.

Then he started to talk again. "Dallas is gone... he ran out like the devil was after him. He's gonna blow up. He couldn't take it." "So he finally broke," Two-bit commented. "Even Dally has a breaking point." Then Soda got up to help Ponyboy and so did Darry. After Ponyboy let out a small yelp the phone rang. For a second the room was silent as Darry answered the phone. When he started to have a concerned look on his face, I started to stand up and worry. When he hung up he looked back at all of us. "It was Dally. He just robbe a grocery store and cops are after him," he announced. Without a single thought, we all rushed out the door. But this time, instead of chanting and cheering, all i could hear was our foot steps on the pavement.

After a lot of huffing and puffing we got to the park nearest to the grocery store, but the cops already beat up to it. We started to run even faster. The scardness in my heart overwhelmed the pain in my body. Dally. The Dallas Winston I knew and abundantly care about, my end up in jail once agian, or even worse. But I couldn't think of the worse. The unimaginable already happend tonight. It can't happen agian.