After passing out from sickness and processing everything going on around Ponyboy and you taking a severe hit to the head, you both woke up snug in bed dazed, trying to figure out what had happened. Darry was asleep in the armchair he’d brought into the bedroom that night to watch over you two, he’d been worried sick and couldn’t leave you guys. Pony was the first to think straight, waking up your guys’s older brother.

“Hm- oh, you two alright?” Darry asked, realization hitting him as he sat up.

Pony nodded “Yeah, I guess.”

Your head was bandaged at the side, clearly you’d taken a hard hit. The only memory from the past fews you had was Dally and Johnny’s deaths and Darry swatting your sleepy hand away from your head to leave the injury alone.

Soda soon came bolting into the bedroom like an overjoyed puppy, nearly pouncing onto you and Pony before Darry caught him.

“Gentle. Be gentle.” Darry told him, and Soda just gave him a quiet ‘yeah, yeah’

“Don’t tell me what to do with my siblings! They’ve been passed out for days now, lemme at em!” Soda declared, reaching his arms out to get you guys, and Darry simply sighed, planning to hold him till he was going to be careful.