Steve's POV
I'm still a little shocked seeing Darry sick- especially since we all thought he was getting better. I should've known when he didn't want any pancakes this morning. Pony's eyes are wide as I pass him. "He'll be okay, kid," I tell Pony. Pony just sort of smiles in response and he heads into Darry's room with the glass of water. I notice he brought a second glass filled with ginger ale. I go in the kitchen and pull out a washcloth and run it under the faucet a little. Walking back into Darry's room, Soda's not there yet since he's still changing and Ponyboy is sitting next to Darry on the bed getting him to drink a little. I walk around the other side of the bed and gently get on next to Darry, but on top of the blankets. Darry lays back down with his eyes squeezed shut and I apply the damp washcloth on to his burning, clammy forehead. Pony strokes his hand through Darry's hair and I whisper, "We're going to take care of you, Darry. Just like you took care of us."
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In Sickness and In Health
FanfictionDarry gets sick and Pony, Soda, and the gang try to take care of him.
