In Sickness and In Health

Chapter 14

Soda's POV

I've been wondering about Darry and Steve ever since ever since my shift started. Now I'm finally home so I jog up to our run-down house that was so full of love despite how it looks. I open the door slowly and peek in. I smell chicken noodle soup and smile.
"That you, Soda?" I step in completely and see Steve getting out of Darry's chair. Darry, however, is sprawled out on the couch with his arms and legs dangling out. "Sure is. Did you make that soup there?" I ask pointing to the kitchen. "Nah, the soup fairy did." "That makes more sense than you being able to cook," I retaliate smiling and go over to him continuing, "Hey, thanks man, really. How's he doin', anyhow?" Steve seems lighter, I notice, he's not being his usual hard self. It reminds me of when we were younger, before he got so mad at the world. "He just kinda slept a lot. He didn't get sick too much. His fever went down the last time I checked. Oh, the soup fairy saved enough soup for you if you want," Steve informs me. "I like the sound of that," I say smiling, as usual, and go over to pour myself a bowl. "I'm gonna go ahead and get, Soda. I'll see you tonight." I watch him as he grabs his jacket and heads for the door. "See 'ya, Steve," I say.