A/N: This started out as a one-shot but then PonygirlCurtis722 requested an imagine in Pony's POV so here it is! I know it seems like the girl will never come in at first, but I promise she will!!! I hope you like it. Please leave some comments!! :)

Ponyboy's POV:
Jolting out of bed, I'm awakened by the sounds of my own screams. I feel tears welling in my eyes and I'm shaking, as much from fear as cold. For some reason, even under my blankets, this bedroom is freezing. "Shh, it's ok, Ponyboy," I hear my older brother, Sodapop whisper, hugging me, but it doesn't work. It never does. Not that I ever remember my dreams, but they always leave me spooked. I cry in my brothers arms until I have a headache, and there's no tears left in me. I'm not scared anymore, or sad even. But I do have a stomachache. Soda's back asleep in less than a second, and I find myself wondering what that sick feeling inside of me is. And then it hits me, it's last nights dinner coming back up. Trying not to wake Soda up, I get out of bed carefully, and run into the bathroom just in time to empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet. I sit there for a few more minutes, dry heaving, when I hear Darry call from his bedroom, "Is that you in there, Pony?" Oh crap, I woke him up. He's going to know that I'm sick now. I never like telling him, or even Soda, because it makes them worry a lot more than they should. "Are you ok?" He asks, and I can tell if I don't answer soon he's going to get up. I take a deep breath, in hopes to stop gagging, and give him a quiet, "Yeah, I was just going back to bed," but my voice sounds quiet and raspy, and I vaguely notice that my throat hurts, too. Soon, I get up off of the floor, brush my teeth, and go back to bed. "You ok, Pony?" Is the first thing I hear when I crawl back under the covers. It's Soda. "Yeah, I'm fine," I lie, and he throws his arm protectively on top of me as we both drift back to sleep.

"Pony, Pony? Ponyboy," The loud strict voice is what I hear, the next thing I know, it's Darry. "What?" I moan, my throat hurting a lot more than last night. And so does the pounding in my head. I obviously had something, a bug or whatever, but thank god it was Sunday, I could stay in bed and sleep all day if I wanted to, and I wouldn't even have to tell anyone I felt like total crap. "You gotta get up. It's time for school," He tells me. "What?" I say again. And then I realize, it's Monday, and my girlfriend, Emily would be here soon to walk with me. "Fine," I moan, and Soda calls that the pancakes are ready. They're probably green, something I'm not up to eating right now. He always makes his food a random color, and I think it's just because he's bored. Getting up, I throw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, since it's the middle of September, and it's still pretty hot. But for some odd reason, I'm freezing, so I grab a sweatshirt and put that on, too. Then, I go sit down for breakfast. Soda plops a plate of purple pancakes down in front of me, and I let out a slight moan. I stare at them for a few minutes before Soda says, "Aren't you going to try them?" I tell him I'm not hungry and his response is, "Well, you do look a little pale," and then he feels my forehead. "Woah, Pone, you're burning up. You can't go to school like this," He says. I sigh and say, "Yes I can. I'll be fine, just please don't tell Darry." And then there's another voice behind me saying, "Don't tell Darry what?" I spin around to see Emily, my gorgeous girlfriend. Even on a Monday morning at 7AM she still looks perfect, from her slimming black jeans to her yellow shirt that brings out her eyes and flows perfectly on her figure. "You look really pretty today, Emily," I tell her. "Thanks, Pony," She blushes, then walks over to me. I thought she was going to kiss my cheek, but instead she puts a cold hand on my forehead. "You don't look so good," She says. "And you're burning up. Someone better go tell Darry, sweetie. You can't go to school like this." I sigh, because why does Darry have to know EVERYTHING? Suddenly, I'm in a sneezing attack. Soda stands next to me, not knowing what to do, while Emily runs around the house trying to find a box of Kleenex. "Thanks," I say, taking one, when I'm finally finished. Now, Darry's in the room too. "Bless you, Pony. You feeling ok? You look pretty pale," He says. I just shrug, so he comes to feel my forehead too. "Nope, you're burning up. Go back to bed, and I'll have Soda stay with you," he says. Walking into my room, I can hear Soda protesting about how he has work. He's never liked being sick, or around sick people. I'll be fine alone, I think to myself, but then I hear the small, quiet voice of Emily saying, "I can stay with him. It's only one day of school we'll be missing, and I can have a friend get our homework for us." I can tell Darry isn't sure. He's probably thinking: how does a 14 year old girl know how to take care of a sick kid? I don't really know myself, but I'm sure she's be pretty good at it, because she makes me feel better even when I'm not sick. Please Darry? I silently beg for him to say yes. The next thing I know, all three of them are in my room. "Pony, Soda and I have to go to work, so Emily's going to stay with you. Is that ok?" I nod. "Good. I left some medicines out on the counter that you can take if you need them, but we gotta go. Feel better," he says, and walks out. But Soda walks in. "Feel better, little buddy, ok? If you need anything you can call the DX." He kisses me on the forehead and walks out. As soon as they both leave, Emily says, "So what do you want to do?" I just shrug. I really want to sleep, but I don't want to hurt her feelings. "How are you feeling?" She asks. "Like crap," is my response. "What's hurting, though," She asks, trying to sound like a real nurse. I tell her, "My throat, my head, my stomach... Everything." She gives me a look of sympathy before leaving the room to get the medicine. There's a lot, but I don't care. I take it all quickly in hopes to feel a little but better. "Wanna watch TV?" She asks me. I find myself saying "sure," even though I don't really want to, just because I want to spend time with her. We both sit down and she flips on a random channel. In a second, my arm is around her waist, pulling her closer to me until her head is rested on my shoulder. She looks into my eyes, about to kiss me when I realize, if I'm sick and I kiss her, she'll get sick too. I pull away, and she looks at me questioningly. "I... I don't want you to get sick, sweetie," I explain. "Ponyboy, do you really think I care about that? I just want you to get better, and if I get sick in the process, well then you can take care of me," She says. I smile, and kiss her. But only once. I mean, I want to kiss her, but I'll also do anything do make sure she doesn't get sick. So we sit in silence watching a boring TV show until we're both falling asleep. "I should probably go rest," I say groggily, and walk into my room. I don't even realize she's following me in until she's sitting next to me, where I'm lying down. "Come lay down with me," I hear myself saying, so she does. Wrapping my arms around her I whisper, "I love you Em. Thanks for staying with me," And drift off to sleep, with the love of my life next to me.