I will follow you into the dark: Sodapop Curtis x Steve Randle

4

A/N crap chapter ahead. I didn't know how to place it out. So it's kind of all over the place. I'm sorry. It'll get better!

Sodapop's POV
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I blinked my eyes a few times adjusting to what seemed to be harsh light, I was greeted by Darry and Pony looking over me. "Quit breathing on me, you guys are givin' me goosebumps.." I weakly stated.

"You're awake!!" Pony jumped up and hugged me gently. "Of course, I just needed a nap" I smiled. "Soda it's bee-" he was cut off my the look Darry was giving him. "Someone better explain before I ask the nurses." I gave them both the look.

It was brought to my attention that I've only been out for three days. Nothing serious, I'm actually free to go home tonight. I couldn't wait, Steve and I could finally see that movie we wanted to see.

"Does Steve know? We should surprise him!" I mumbled excitedly. Darry just shakes his head solemnly and pony looks at his feet. "No.. How.." I quizzed. "He saved you. He gave alot of blood. " Darry maintained eye contact the whole time. "He's... Dead..." I felt hot tears leaking down my face, he couldn't be dead, he was my best friend, my brother, and well.. I'm in love with him..

The nurse came in and ushered my brothers out the minute she saw me worked up. "Where's Steve Randle? I need to see him.." I started getting up. "Mr. Curtis, you can't be up and about yet. You're hardly well enough. With how low your oxygen levels are, you're going to need a breathing tube if you get any more worked up. " she forced me to sit back down. "His room in the one next to this one. You have a conjoined bathroom." She stated matter of factly. "I'll notify you when he wakes up or Is allowed visitors."

" but.. I thought he was dead.. They just said.." I managed to stutter out a semi-comprehensible sentence. "He might as well be.. He fell onto the tray of surgical tools, got quite a few gashes, were more worried about the scalpel that sliced and embedded itself into his eye, he's on floor 3 going through surgery to repair the eye" my jaw fell open, I felt hot liquid stinging my eyes. "How the hell has he been asleep this whole time!?" I asked angrily. "The needle in his arm ripped some skin and muscle, the scalpel caused some trauma, and naturally, the other tools did a fair bit of damage.." She looked irritated and sounded even more so. I had nothing else to say.

After she left the room, my brothers and I just chatted, interrupted every once in awhile by the intercom. By 7pm I was released, I was instructed to have my stitches removed in a few weeks and not to do any lifting, I ripped up my left arm pretty good.

Against doctors orders I weaseled my way into Steve's room before I left. His sleeping form looked so at peace. I sat at his side, just staring. After awhile I whispered into his ear. I begged him not to leave me, I wasn't ready to take on the world alone.

I always knew we'd die. But I didn't think it could happen so soon.