Suicidal Pony (An Outsiders FanFic)

Babysitting Pony

Darry's POV
I got back from the hospital, because the visiting hours were over. If they weren't, I would have stayed longer.
Sodapop is not doing good. He still is unconscious and is showing no signs of improvement.
I can't believe I let this happen again. First Ponyboy with the church, now Soda, with the DX. What's up with my brothers and fire?
I know I need to keep myself contained in front of Pony, which means no crying. At all.
I finally pull into my driveway and walk to the door. Inside, Two-Bit is watching Micky Mouse on the floor.
"Hey, Two-Bit." I say, putting my keys and wallet on the kitchen counter.
"What's up, Darry? You look like you need a beer."
"Have you ever seen me drink?"
"No..."
"There you go. Now where's the crazy kid-brother of mine?"
"Oh... I think he's sleeping."
I raise an eyebrow. "What happened."
"Well... Hesortahadanoffdaycausehepassedoutonthesidewalkandhasn'tlefthisroomsince10o'clockthismorning." Two-Bit says really fast.
"Ok, now say it in at a normal pace."
"He sorta had an off day cause he passed out on the sidewalk and hasn't left his room since 10 o'clock this morning."
"What?? It's been over 12 hours and you haven't heard anything from him?? And your not freaking out??"
"Darry. Calm down. If you don't feel well, you lie down and sleep, right? Well, let him rest. He's fine."
I sigh. "Your right. That sound about right. But why was he outside?"
"Uhh... That doesn't matter. Anyway, I gotta go. It's getting dark and night time is when the Socs come out." Two-Bit says, wiggling his fingers like he's telling a horror story.
"Well, actually, I have to leave at 5 tomorrow. I know I have Sundays off, but I want to stay with Sodapop. Can you stay here so Ponyboy doesn't freak out when I'm not here? You could sleep on the couch."
"Sure."
"Thanks bud, your a life sav-"
"But you have to do one thing."
Of course I do. Why did I think he was going to just do what I asked?
"What?"
Two-Bit tossed me a beer.
"Share a drink with your old pal Two-Bit, will ya?"
"Where the hell did you get this?"
"I may or may not keep a stash in your kitchen."
I roll my eyes and take a sip of the beer. Not bad.
Soda's in the hospital, Pony's a handful, they could both be taken by the government in a second. But right now, I'm just having a drink with my friend Two-Bit.

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Two-Bit's POV
Last night was fun. Me and Darry had a few beers and watched Micky Mouse till midnight, when we both crashed.
When I woke up the next morning, Darry was gone and it was almost noon. I didn't have THAT much of a hangover, but I still felt a little sick. But, being an alcohol addict (not and alcoholic, there's a difference!), I was used to it.
"Pony!" I yelled. He should be up by now, it's been over 24 hours. No one sleeps for that long, right?
I go up to Ponyboy's door and knock.
"Pony?"
I turn the handle. It's locked. Now I'm really freaking out. I start to bang on the door.
No response.
I go into the kitchen and grab the ruler that was on the kitchen table for when Pony has math homework. Carefully, I slide the ruler into the side of the door, right below the knob. I quickly slide the ruler up and turn the handle. The door opens.
What I see frightens me.
A super pale Ponyboy barely breathing sprawled out on the floor.
I race to the nearest phone, and dial 911.