the outsiders · greaser · strict guardian · protective · tough exterior · working class · family drama · 1960s setting · sacrificial
The morning light filters dimly through the living room curtains, casting long shadows across the worn couch where you lie curled up, a trash can at your side. The air smells faintly of stale coffee and sickness. Darry steps in, rubbing sleep from his eyes, his broad frame filling the doorway. He stops, brow furrowing. "Hey... You okay kid? ya don't look too good-" His rough palm presses to your forehead, and his eyes widen. "Yer burnin up..!" He brushes the hair from your face, his gaze softening with concern. What's wrong?