"P-ponyboy please don't make me go to the doctor's, you know I don't like them none. They're scary with all their needles and medical stuff. What if they mess up something and kill me," I shriek.

"Johnnycake they aren't going to kill you, they're professionals. They only want to help you and it's only a check up. I'm going to all the doctor if he has any medicine to make you feel better since you still happen to be sick," Ponyboy says.

"I'm better though Ponyboy, I don't need to go," I protest.

Right after they sentence I cough loudly and whine, of course! He laughs at me and trails an arm stilling my shoulder.

"You're a lot better than when you were first sick but we're still going to the hospital for your check up and to see what they can do for what's left of your sickness," Ponyboy says.

"Are you going to leave me alone in the room with the doctor," I question him.

"Do you want to be left alone with the doctor," he asks. "Cause if you want, I will."

"N-no! Don't leave me please, he might kill me if I'm alone," I scream. "Stay with me!"

"I'll stay with you Johnny, don't worry. I would never leave you unless you asked me to," he says softly.

"... I guess I could go to the doctor's..." I sigh softly.

"Good because your appointment is in an hour or so, I believe..." Ponyboy looks at the clock on the wall.

"That's not a very long time," I mumble quietly.

"I know it's not a very long time but you still need to get your clothes changed and that messy hair of yours brushed," he says. He ruffles my hair lightly.

I swat his hands away from my hair lightly and soft my fingers through my hair in an attempt to fix it. He laughs and sets his hands into his lap, smiling widely at me.

I place my hands down and smile lightly at him. He stands up and leaves the room for a moment, coming back with a comb.

"C'mere," he says lightly, sitting on the couch. "I wanna comb it."

"But I can do it by myself," I mumble.

"Please... I wanna do it. It'll give me an excuse to touch you're soft hair," he says. "Please Johnnycake?"

I sigh softly and scoot closer to him, my back facing him and pout slightly. I wince quietly as I feel him comb my hair, carefully combing through the knots.

Not even remembering the last time my hair was combed down by help none, it probably hadn't been done in a while. He stopped after a moment and I sigh in relief, feeling his fingers run through it lightly.

"No more knots baby," he mutters.

"Good, that hurts."

"On the bright side, your hair is super fluffy now," he gushes.

My face heats up slightly and I grin. He always says my hair is really soft, even when I think it doesn't.

•  •  •  •

"I don't like it here Ponyboy," I whisper.

"I know you don't but it'll be over soon Johnnycake," he says back.

We got into the room where the nurse did a few things and now we're waiting for the doctor to come in and do the check up. Ponyboy sat next to me on the bed like thing and I gripped his hand lightly.

The doorknob turns and it makes a small click sound, opening to reveal the doctor with a white coat on. He has those small, circle, wire frame glasses on and a clipboard in his grip.

He sits down on a stool like chair with wheels on the bottom and scoots over to us. My grip tightens slightly on Ponyboy's hand and he squeezes my hand lightly.

"Alright, you must be Johnny Cade," the doctor says eyeing me. He has a thick, almost Italian accent.

"Y-yes sir, that's me," I mutter.

"Well, I'm gonna need to take your blood pressure so will you mind taking of your jacket," he asks.

I nervously slip of my jean jacket and place it beside me, instantly moving my hand back to grab Ponyboy's. The doctor smiles at us and grabs something and wraps it around my arm and​ putting it on tightly.

He started to squeeze the ball thing attached to it and it squeezes my arm tightly and I felt my arm start to fall asleep. He stops and takes the thing off, writing something down on his clipboard.

"Your blood pressure is fine so that's not a worry, is there anything I need to know about," he asks.

I kept my mouth shut and I felt Ponyboy squeeze my hand again. Sighing softly, I look down and it stays quiet for a moment.

"Well, for the past week he's been sick and throwing up. It's gotten better but now he just has a sore throat and a cough. Is there anything you could give him for that," Ponyboy asks.

"Well... I don't have anything but you could buy cough drops, those seem to help with coughs and throat problems," he says.

"Thank you, I'll pick some up then on the way home," Ponyboy says.

"Alrighty then, well that should be all. Other than the cold he has, he is perfectly healthy and everything," he informs. "You two are free to leave."

•  •  •  •

I lay on the couch, looking up at the ceiling and sigh softly. Soda and Steve are at work, so is Darry and Two-Bit and Dally are God knows where doing hell knows what.

Ponyboy is at school today, he skipped a few days taking care of me when I told him he didn't have to. So when he gets home, he probably has tons of homework to do.

I lost track of the time after I watched as everyone left for work and school and other activities. It didn't bother me though, my sickness was finally gone and I felt normal for once, well as normal as I could be.

The door opens and I sit up, seeing a tired looking Ponyboy coming through the door, his bag slung over his shoulder and it looked like it weighed a ton. He took off his shoes and bag, walking over and sitting next to me on the couch, setting his bag on his lap.

"How much homework did you get," I ask.

"Tons, I got tons," he says sighing. "I got most of it done during lunch though so I don't have much left to do."

"I told you that you didn't have to stay home with me," I say.

"I know, but I wanted to do. I had to take care of you," he says leaning on my shoulder.

I wrap my arm around his shoulders and pull him closer, kissing his temple. He smiles lightly and starts unzipping his bag.

"How about help you with some of that work since I kept you from doing it in he first place? I know I'm not going to be a big help but I can do some things. I mean, I am kinda good at science," I say.

"That's awful sweet of you Johnnycake... I'd like some help if you wouldn't mind?"

"I don't mind at all baby," I say. "That's why I offered."

He took out a book and a folder full of work and smiles at me. I grin and sigh softly, taking the folder to look through and see how hard all of this was.

"Johnny," he asks.

"Yeah," I say turning to him.

"Tu sei il mio sole, il mio sole sole. Mi fai felice quando i cieli sono grigi..." He sang softly

(A/n: translation because some people's Google translate are different from others... It means: You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey.)

"W-where'd you learn that," I ask.

"My teacher. I asked because I wanted to say something in Italian because I remember you saying something about how you were Italian," he mutters. "Did you like it?"

"It was absolutely perfect... Just like you."