Soda looked so pale in the bright white light above him. He had breathing tube under his nose and he was flipping through the channels on the TV. He seemed tired and weak. He smiled at me when we walked into his room.
"How do you feel?" I asked the dark haired boy. He shrugged.
"I've been better." He sat up a bit more. I hugged him gently.
"Detective Winchester is here. He wants to talk to you if your ready." I said as I sat in the chair next to his bed.
"Sure, give him a call." Soda said. And with that Darry left to call Detective Winchester.
The questions were very routine. Turns out it was none other than a drunken Bob Sheldon that stumbled to the door and shot Soda. I thought I had recognized his voice. I just didn't put two and two together. Soda fell asleep five minutes after Detective Winchester talked to him. We all stayed the night with him. And when morning rolled around I felt so drained of energy. My whole body ached. They had to give Soda a stronger dose of morphine. I felt bad for Soda so I came up with a plan to help him feel better when he leaves this place. But that would require going to the one place I despised the most. Home.
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Ramsey's Worst Nightmare (a Sodapop fanfic)
FanfictionWhile Ramsey's parents are on a business trip for her father's work, she's left alone to unpack and deal with issues no 16 year old should have to. She fell in love with a boy named Sodapop Curtis a year ago and she can't imagine life without him. H...
