Darry's POV

I stare at the newspaper, th words meaningless as all i can think about is the pounding in my head,  the soreness of my body,   how bright the lights are, how much my stomach hurts,  and how cold I am. "Darry, dinner time" calles Soda lightly, his voice breaking my thoughts and I was glad.  I walk into the kitchen  but I have a lack of appetite, i try to ignore it so they don't think anything is up. I really hate when they try to help me. I'm supposed to help them, not the other way around. It maked me feel weak. I try to make a smile seeing green rice spotted with beans and the usual glasses of chocolate milk. Normally  I would eat up after smiling at Soda's meals, even though they weren't the best  but  my stomach pains told me i shouldn't eat. "Darry, you okay?" asks a soft voice, for a second I can't remember why it sounds so fimilar to me but then I realized. I look to Ponyboy and notice I'm the only one standing. I almost make an excuse, but didn't. I don't want to lie, i hate liars. I just sit down and thank Soda for cooking. Soda and Pony are eating cheerfully trying to  finish their plates where as  I  can barely manage a few bites. I  just pick at my food and move it around, like a child. "You done, Darry?" Soda asked me asked he stood and started to clean the table.  "Yeah, I'm just not  hungry tonight," I respond trying to sound casual, relaxed and normal. I was glad neither soda or Pony didn't question me further. Soda just grabs my plate and walks to the sink. I stand and feel dizzy so I balance myself on the chair. Pony  notices me struggling and is walking over when I suddenly feel the little bits I could manage to eat for dinner coming up. I run to the bathroom and shut the door.