The door opens slightly and I sigh softly, hearing a gasp as the door swings open. They pull me into the house and shut the door behind us, setting me on the couch.

Finally getting a look at the person, it's Ponyboy and he has a worried expression on his face. I give him a goofy smile and giggle quietly, my body going numb for a moment.

"Oh Johnnycake, what happened to you," he questions.

"Well last night, I was on my way here because my parents were hitting me again but then fell on the sidewalk. Socs came by and beat me up, leaving me there for the night. So I finally woke up this morning and I walked all the way over here," I say quietly.

"What else Johnny because you don't look too good. I mean, your jean jacket and shoes are a complete mess," he says softly, eyeing my dirty clothes.

"I don't feel too good," I mutter out quietly, my stomach churning.

"I'll go get the first aid kit, a change of clothes, some medicine, and a trash can," he says.

I nod slightly and watch him walk away quickly, going to get everything he said. I quickly slip off my shoes and my jacket, laying them on the floor by the couch, instantly feeling better and more clean.

Ponyboy comes back a few minutes later with everything and gives me a small smile. He hands me the extra change of clothes and sets everything else on the couch.

"You think you can take a shower without hurting yourself," he questions softly. "Or do you want me to just get a rag and clean up you're face.

"I-I think I want the rag option... I-i can barely stand as I-it is," I mutter.

He nods quickly and walks off into the kitchen, turning on the faucet and wetting a rag and coming back out to me. He sits beside me on the couch and gives me a small smile, wiping my face off, cleaning off all the dirt that was on it.

"Want me to help you get changed," he asks.

"Y-yes please," I mumble.

I stand up slowly, my vision starting to spin again and my legs felt like jelly. He stands up also, quickly gripping my wrist in his grip, making sure that I'm stable enough to stand on my own.

I sigh softly and manage to stable myself, with the help of Ponyboy and I slip my shirt off over my head and place it with my jacket. He hands me the clean shirt as I slip it over my head, liking the feeling of clean clothes and not dirty ones.

I look at Ponyboy and he closes his eyes as I slip my jeans off, leaving me in my boxers. He reaches his hand out and k take the pair of sweatpants that he was holding and carefully put them on, sitting back on the couch.

"Thanks Pony," I say and rub my eyes.

"It's no trouble baby just give me one second. I'm gonna grab you some water for that medicine," he says jogging off into the kitchen.

I sit there and lean against the back of the couch, closing my eyes as I wait for him to come back. The faucet turns on and I hear the sound of it flowing before turning off.

Soft footsteps make they're way back to me and the couch weighs down next to me causing my eyes to open. Ponyboy has in one hand a glass of water and in another a pill, handing hem to me.

I reach my hand out​, grabbing the pill and taking it before grabbing the glass and taking a few sips, handing it back to him. He sets the glass on the table and pulls a blanket out of the nearby chair, placing it on the table.

I sigh softly and lay down, placing my head in his lap lightly and closing my eyes, feeling relaxed for the first time in forever. He pulls the blanket over me and adjusts it, making sure it covers all of me before sighing quietly.

It was quiet and peaceful for the first time in a while for me, feeling myself drift closer to sleep. Ponyboy sifts a hand through my hair gently, just barely touching my scalp and shifts to get comfortable himself.

He ends up sitting with his legs crossed and moves my head back into his lap, continuing to run his hands through it gently. I was about to fall asleep when I heard the door creak and then it slams shut roughly, causing me to shoot up.

"Two-Bit shh," Ponyboy whisper yells.

"What crawled up you're ass and died," Two-Bit yells.

"Johnny's sick nd he got jumped so if you don't shut that damn mouth of yours my foot is gonna be up your ass," Ponyboy threatens.

"Sorry kid," Two-Bit mumbles quietly, sitting by the couch in front of Ponyboy and I, giving me a sympathetic look.

"I-its okay," I mutter, the pain in my head increasing from the loud door slam.

I lay back down slowly, resting my head back into Ponyboy's lap and close my eyes again, ignoring the pain. Ponyboy sighs again and starts messing with my hair again, only messing with a few strands.

I hear the television turn on and I knew it was Two-Bit, watching Mickey Mouse as always. A small smile grew onto my face as I heard he volume being turned down, probably because of Ponyboy's threat he said a few minutes earlier.

"Is he gonna be okay Ponyboy," Two-Bit whispers softly, the first time his voice has been that low in a long ass time.

"I think so Two, I think he's okay at the moment. I got him all taken care of," Ponyboy mutters.

"No wonder he loves you so much Pone, you are real nice and gentle with him," Two-Bit says quietly with a chuckle.

"Of course Two, he's my boyfriend... It's my job to take care of him."