Can It Be,My Best Friend (Sodapop Curtis Love Story)

Chapter 37

Sodapop's P.O.V:

I was sitting in the waiting room of the hospital because they told me I couldn't go in and watch my children being born. It was important that no one went in the room.

To be honest that worried me quite a bit I mean normally they let u in. Right? Could there be something wrong.

My mind started racing and coming up with the worst possible scenario.

I was starting to really get myself worked up. I walked over to Dally and asked him for a smoke.

I slowly walked out to the front of the hospital.

With trembling hands I lit the cigarette and took a nice long drag.

It began to calm me down a bit.

Seconds later Tammy's parents ran up to me and her mother said "Why aren't u in that room having those babies with my daughter."

"Mrs.Valence they won't let me in there. They said it's important no one goes in till it's all over. I think there might be something wrong but they won't tell me anything." I said in a shaky voice.

"What do you mean?!" they said in unison.

"I don't know. If I knew I would tell you."

Cherry ran up with Ponyboy confused that we were all standing out here and we explained.

They soon became worried and we all returned to the lobby.

We sat in the lobby in silence occasionally sharing some concerned glances.

After what seemed like hours a nurse finally emerged into the lobby and pulled me aside.

"Mr.Curtis." she spoke softly.

"There were some complications."

"What's wrong are they all okay?" I spoke my voice slightly cracking.

"The babies are fine." she paused for a long while.

"But your wife is in a coma. We believe she will wake up soon. But there is always that chance. I'm sorry."

That was it that was all I needed to hear I ran out of the hospital and kept running not stopping until I reached home which was a 10 minute sprint but with adrenaline rushing it felt like nothing.

I yanked the front door open and ran inside.

I began crying hysterically throwing pillows across the room and whatever else I could find.

I punched a hole into the wall and pressed my back against the wall sliding down until I hit the ground. I buried my face in my hands and cried, praying that Tammy would be okay.