It had been two weeks since Steve and Two-Bit got jumped. The rumble was scheduled for Saturday night in the same place we fought the rumble after Bob. Darry figured that two weeks was enough for Two-Bit to heal enough to fight, hopefully.
Soda and I had planned our sneaking to the fight down to the very last detail. We would give Darry a five minute head start before slipping out the front door and taking a short cut through the woods. After that, when we got there we would stay hidden in the shadows until the first punch was thrown and then we would get our chance to participate.
On Saturday, as everyone prepared for the rumble, I tried to keep myself amerced in reading and doing my math homework. However, Sodapop wasn't as skilled keeping …show more content…
I'm good," I wiped a hand across my face, trying to regain control of myself. Darry kept a hand on my shoulder, afraid I would pass out or something if he didn't. Finally, realizing how urgent the situation was, and that he still has Steve here with me, Darry took off running towards Ponyboy and Two-Bit.
I picked up my pace to a fast jog, trying my best to get to Ponyboy as quick as I coils, but I could only take in so much oxygen at a time. By time we reached the house the truck was gone and Two-Bit was in his running car. I cussed under my breath.
"Ponyboy," I groaned, again feeling a sudden and intense urge to puke. A hand led me into Two-Bit's passenger seat, but I couldn't place who it was. All I remember is mumbling, "I should be there. Oh boy, I should be there. Ponyboy..."
"Darry's got him. He'll be okay, Soda."
"No!" I hollered, agitated. "I need to be with him."
I didn't know what was wrong with Ponyboy, and everything thought in my brain felt unreal, like I wasn't living it, but I was. Ponyboy was sick enough that Darry couldn't wait a few extra seconds to take me with him. This wasn't good at all; I had ruined everything by taking him with me to fight tonight.
As the gravity of the situation begs to sink us, we pulled into the parking lot of the hospital just in time for me to throw the door open and promptly get sick.
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Soda and I had planned our sneaking to the fight down to the very last detail. We would give Darry a five minute head start before slipping out the front door and taking a short cut through the woods. After that, when we got there we would stay hidden in the shadows until the first punch was thrown and then we would get our chance to participate.
On Saturday, as everyone prepared for the rumble, I tried to keep myself amerced in reading and doing my math homework. However, Sodapop wasn't as skilled keeping …show more content…
I'm good," I wiped a hand across my face, trying to regain control of myself. Darry kept a hand on my shoulder, afraid I would pass out or something if he didn't. Finally, realizing how urgent the situation was, and that he still has Steve here with me, Darry took off running towards Ponyboy and Two-Bit.
I picked up my pace to a fast jog, trying my best to get to Ponyboy as quick as I coils, but I could only take in so much oxygen at a time. By time we reached the house the truck was gone and Two-Bit was in his running car. I cussed under my breath.
"Ponyboy," I groaned, again feeling a sudden and intense urge to puke. A hand led me into Two-Bit's passenger seat, but I couldn't place who it was. All I remember is mumbling, "I should be there. Oh boy, I should be there. Ponyboy..."
"Darry's got him. He'll be okay, Soda."
"No!" I hollered, agitated. "I need to be with him."
I didn't know what was wrong with Ponyboy, and everything thought in my brain felt unreal, like I wasn't living it, but I was. Ponyboy was sick enough that Darry couldn't wait a few extra seconds to take me with him. This wasn't good at all; I had ruined everything by taking him with me to fight tonight.
As the gravity of the situation begs to sink us, we pulled into the parking lot of the hospital just in time for me to throw the door open and promptly get sick.
Stay