You weren’t sure how it happened, but here you were, stuck in Ponyboy’s room, both of you burning up with high fevers. Neither of you could make it to the rumble tonight, which made the whole situation worse. A pile of meds and supplies sat on the nightstand, ready if needed.

Ponyboy groaned as he collapsed back onto the bed, frustrated. He hated missing out, especially on something like a rumble.

“This sucks! I hate being sick!”

He complained, his voice raspy and strained, clearly still feeling awful.