I Just Don't Know

I saw something go off in Ponyboy's eyes, after we began to talk more. Ah, I think he's finally figured it out. We sat there in silence for a few minutes. What is he thinking?
"Where'd I get a concussion?" he asked, seeming as though his mind was still elsewhere. "How long have I been asleep?"
I explained to him about how the day was Tuesday, and that he had been asleep and delirious since Saturday. I also told him how during the rumble a Soc kicked him in the head, resulting in Soda beating said Soc. hard.
"Don't you remember?" I asked him. Pony was slow to respond.
"No. Darry, I'm not ever going to be able to make up for the shcool I've missed. And I've still got to go to court and talk about Bob's getting killed. And now.....with Dally......Darry, do you think they'll split us up? Put me in a home or something?"
"I don't know, baby. I just don't know."


I just don't know.