Darry's POV
I stare at the newspaper, th words meaningless as all i can think about is the pounding in my head, the soreness of my body, how bright the lights are, how much my stomach hurts, and how cold I am. "Darry, dinner time" calles Soda lightly, his voice breaking my thoughts and I was glad. I walk into the kitchen but I have a lack of appetite, i try to ignore it so they don't think anything is up. I really hate when they try to help me. I'm supposed to help them, not the other way around. It maked me feel weak. I try to make a smile seeing green rice spotted with beans and the usual glasses of chocolate milk. Normally I would eat up after smiling at Soda's meals, even though they weren't the best but my stomach pains told me i shouldn't eat. "Darry, you okay?" asks a soft voice, for a second I can't remember why it sounds so fimilar to me but then I realized. I look to Ponyboy and notice I'm the only one standing. I almost make an excuse, but didn't. I don't want to lie, i hate liars. I just sit down and thank Soda for cooking. Soda and Pony are eating cheerfully trying to finish their plates where as I can barely manage a few bites. I just pick at my food and move it around, like a child. "You done, Darry?" Soda asked me asked he stood and started to clean the table. "Yeah, I'm just not hungry tonight," I respond trying to sound casual, relaxed and normal. I was glad neither soda or Pony didn't question me further. Soda just grabs my plate and walks to the sink. I stand and feel dizzy so I balance myself on the chair. Pony notices me struggling and is walking over when I suddenly feel the little bits I could manage to eat for dinner coming up. I run to the bathroom and shut the door.

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In Sickness and In Health
FanfictionDarry gets sick and Pony, Soda, and the gang try to take care of him.