As you push, you see Soda sprint down the hallway past your room in his DX shirt, then do a double take and trip back into your hospital room.
“OUT! OUT! Sodapop Curtis you get the fuck outta this room right now or so help me we are never having anymore children. You’ll be lucky if you even get to have sex with me anymore!” You scream at him.
The look of pure fear crosses Soda’s face, and he bolts out of the room.
You see Ponyboy out of the corner of your eye biting his lip, trying not to laugh.
You hear Soda from the hall. “You’re doing great, sweetheart.”