Dallas Winston Has A Sister? (Outsiders Fanfic)

You Are Not Getting My Little Brother Drunk

        The door to the Curtis's clattered open and I turned to see Two-Bit and Steve, with a nearly unconscious, blood-covered Ponyboy held up by his arms around their shoulders stumbling in the door.  He looked pretty bad, and they set him down on the couch with a protestant groan.

        I was about ready to explode on the inside, the damn Socs had beat him up for no fricken reason, and I was furious.

        Instead, I commanded grudgingly, "Soda, go get the first-aid kit," before I headed into the kitchen, soaking a washcloth in warm water to clean up all the blood and dirt all over him.

        Ponyboy had blood coating half his face and darkening a section of his already shiny hair, making it slick with crimson liquid.  The other half of his face was smeared with dirt and trails of blood, and his eye was swelling up.  I knelt down on the floor next to where he was sprawled across the couch and started wiping up blood just as Soda came back with the first-aid kit.  Pony let out a cry of pain and flinched.

        "Hold still," I commanded, but he didn't listen, jerking away the minute the cloth touched his head.   sighed and put my other hand on the non-bloodied side of his head to keep him from moving.

        "Soda, go see if you can find some painkillers, or sleeping pills, or something stronger than aspirin.  Obviously he's in a lot more pain than I thought," I said, noticing the red blossoming through Ponyboy's torn shirt and the hole torn in the knee of his jeans, revealing shredded red flesh specked with bits of gravel.  I had cleaned up as much blood as I could on his face and cut a piece of gauze to tape over the big gash on his temple when Soda came back, holding two bottles of pills.

        I glanced up at him expectantly, and he said morosely, "We were out of sleeping pills a couple of weeks ago, Darry used the last of the painkillers for that muscle he pulled in his back this morning, and apparently we're out of aspirin, too," he said, shaking one of the empty bottles.

        I sighed, aggravated, and demanded of no one in particular, "Get me a beer."

        "What are you gonna do with that?" Two-Bit asked, appalled.

        "You don't drink," Steve stated skeptically, saying each word slowly.

        "It's not for me, it's for Ponyboy," I replied like they were idiots, though at least they did know that I didn't drink.

        "What the hell is wrong with you? You are not getting my little brother drunk!  He'll feel bad enough tomorrow without adding a hangover," Soda exclaimed defensively.

        "He only needs to drink enough so that he can't feel anything, which shouldn't be that much knowing him," I replied calmly.  Pony never drank, so he probably had a very low tolerance for alcohol.  I popped the top off the bottle using the edge of the coffee table for leverage and then handed it to Ponyboy, who had a look of puzzlement on his face at the bottle in his hand.

        "Drink it," I told him sternly as I went to clean up the cut across his ribs.

        He took a small sip of beer and made a face at the taste of it before letting out another cry of pain.  There was so much blood that his shirt was stuck to his chest, and I literally had to peel it back.  Pony winced, and I ordered him to drink more because obviously he hadn't had enough yet, but he firmly shook his head no.

        I sighed and glanced back down at his red middle, and then my jaw dropped open in shock.  There was a white shard protruding from the crimson everywhere, on his right side a little bit above his belly button.  It was a busted rib that had poked through his skin, and I didn't want to know what it had punctured on the inside, such as a lung or his stomach or any other vital internal organ.

        I looked up at Soda, and, trying to keep my voice steady, I asked him, "When will Darry be home?"

        "In about an hour.  Why?" Soda answered, glancing down at his little brother.

        "Is that...a bone?" Steve asked, sounding worried as he noticed the white too.

        I nodded and said evenly, "We need to take him to the hospital.  As soon as possible."

        "One problem.  We have no working vehicles, except for Darry's pick-up," Two-Bit pointed out, but I had already figured that out when I had asked when Darry would be home.

        I grabbed the beer that Ponyboy was holding and handed it to Two-Bit, saying, "Put something in here to make it taste better.  Pony, I need you to take your shirt off," i told him, and he looked at me dazedly through his glazed-over eyes.

        It would make it easier to clean up and bandage the cut if he was sitting up and didn't have a shirt on, but instead of explaining I sighed and helped pull him into a sitting position.  I grabbed the hem of his dirty torn T-shirt, and Soda helped me pull it over his head, much to his groans of protest.

        Two-Bit came back with the beer in his hand and I grabbed it from him, handing it to Pony and insisting, "Drink this."

        Soda gave me a disappointed look but Pony took a sip anyway, making a face this time too, but it must not have been as bad as the first time because he drank some more.

        "What did you put in there anyways?" Steve asks just out of curiosity.

        "Juice and Pepsi," Two-Bit replies as I began cleaning up the blood coating Ponyboy's rib cage.

        "That sounds gross," Steve replies.

        "Well, it's working," Two-Bit points out, gesturing to a nearly unconscious Ponyboy, and he was right.

        Ponyboy only flinched slightly as I was cleaning up the blood with the now maroon washcloth, and he only moaned in pain when I began wrapping his middle in bandages, hoping I didn't mess up the busted rib or his internal organs any more than they were already.

        Darry would probably freak out when he heard what happened, and I would most likely get grounded by Dally when he found out I'd gotten Pony drunk, but it seemed to have worked for the moment, so I was only going to sweat it half as much as what was going to happen to Ponyboy.