Sorry its late kinda had writters block on this chapter.

The thirteen year-old woke up startled. He let out shaky breaths, trying to gulp in as much air as possible. Gasps were the only thing heard in the dead night, this is when it hit him to be silent. For he did not know what they would do if they saw him in such a state. A splitting pain ran across his abdomen, he placed his paws on his stomach feeling the sticking mess that seeped through the yellow garment. This is when they instantly started to roam his body for the all to familiar scars that would suddenly appear after such a nightmare. After sevral minutes he let out a small hiss when he accidentally ran his claws on a burn mark. Grabbing the small device from the desk he quickly flipped it open. A dull fluorescent glow illuminated his leg and face. Carefully peeling back the blue fur on his thigh he could make out the pulsating sickly pink mark in the poor light. He made quick work of it, licking his thumb and pressing it against the blemish. Letting out a groan he moved to the next task of throwing of the blood stained shirt and stuffing it beneath his pillow. The dark liquid was slowly soaking into his fur in a wide growing stain, horribly clashing with the sky blue. He gagged at the sight of his own blood before turned to face the large bowl before him, scanning the orange amphibians' features for a while he was satisfied to see the younger was still asleep in the large bowl. Stumbling of the bed, he cursed as it let out a groan. The sudden feeling of fatigue hit him hard as he desperately tried to grab onto something. The only thing he felt was a sudden paralysing shock as he fell to the floor. A white noise filled his ears as he desperately tried to get up, he quickly fell to his knees, shaky arms barely holding him up. The ground beneath him felt as if it was shaking violently. The room was unbearable hot, the air swept into his boxers sending shivers up his spine. The stale taste of metal filled his mouth, swimming in his spit, a sudden pressure pushed on his chest knocking the wind out of him. He began coughing, dark red and saliva splashed on the carpet. As he continued bright pricks of light began to dance in his field of vision. The world around him seemed to dissipate and body grow numb. The only thing he felt was the burning in his chest. There seemed to be slight cries through the noise ringing in his ears, "Gum..." "Mrs Watt..." "M..." "...Ard!" he barely made anything out before everything came to a slow standstill and he drifted into black.

Nicole could only be described as terrified, she was earlier awoken by her children's screams of help. The first thought that ran through her head -guilty, that she is- was Gumball. She made it down the hall her tail swishing furiously, she could feel her claws scrape on the walls as she made it to the room. The temperature was an unnatural humid, she could feel the sweat dripping off of her body. The overpowering smell of blood reached her senses almost making her trip over the ageing carpet. The entire house was already lit blinding her more so, this made a growl erupt from the back of her throat. "Nicole what is it?" the voice behind her questioned. She barley could hear it over her own paranoid thoughts, but to the male they were more of quick spoken growls and slurs. Nicole instantly froze when she arrived in the room, the scene before was one any would fear greatly. The boy lay in a pool of quickly expanding red. The temperature seemed to rise even quicker, "Gumball?" Nicole choked out as she inched closer. She wanted to run up to him and hug him close, make sure he was okay and that the next day he would be his normal misguided self. But alas her was body moving to its own accord. Gently scooping the boy in her arms she clutched his limp body close, this action was robotic. She had no expression an her face, all of this to her felt to much like a dream to be honest. Burying her face into his chest, she could make out his slow heartbeat, she tightly clutched his fur at the sign of life. Nicole could feel the tears down her cheeks. Burying deeper into the fur, tears began to mingle in with blood burning Nicole's eyes. Her body shook and the slightest touch from anyone sent a hiss in their direction. This is when Anais chose to speak "I'll call an ambulance."

Everyone in the room was preoccupied with their own thoughts, the only voice was of the eight year-olds' as she spoke into the telephone. Anais took another look into the living room. Her brother lay on the couch wounds dressed, her mother was kneeling on the carpet watching him. Her father's arms were draped around her but she still seemed to be shivering immensely. Guilt, pain and fear swam in her thoughts. what if they never arrived, even with his wound dressed it was to deep, his brother was rapidly loosing blood. Earlier she had lied through her teeth, saying that he would be fine. But the cut was much more severe she dared not voice this in case it made them worry more. Plus with the amateur work of bandaging his wounds it was only a matter of time before Gumball died, he had seemed to go into a sort of shut down. His organs were slowly dying, she could not explain this phenomenon, all she knew if the ambulance did not arrive in the space of an hour, it would be curtains for the blue feline. "To have wisdom beyond your years..." she sighed. "Do you think he's gonna be okay.". Spinning around Anais saw the owner of the question. She dared not look him in the eye when answering "Of course Darwin, why wouldn't he." 'liar, you know he wont' "I guess, I mean your never wrong." the look on his face, shattered her heart. Complete trust, complete trust and faith in her words, why must the damn pacifist be so painfully gullible. The worst part is he did it in such a way that you could not help but feel remorse. He was the bloody image of perfection and innocence, the bloody son of a bitch. "Hey are you okay?". This sent a cold glare toward Darwin, making him flinch slightly. "Okay..."

Before anything could be said a slight knocking at the door came interrupting everyone's thoughts. Seeing no one would move Darwin and Anais made it to the door. The tension in the room was heavy, the Watterson's all stared at the door anxious to know who it was. You could feel the relief flood the room along with the fresh cool air as the two bandages walked in with a stretcher. Nicole exchanged words with the paramedics while Richard got the remaining in the car. What could be said about the drive to the hospital was awkward. It didn't change when they arrived either. All were preoccupied with their own thoughts. Richard sat on the plastic chairs, head in hands. He knew all to well that this was no ordinary trip, over the years his son had visited the hospital. So many he wouldn't be surprised if they knew him by name, but tonight was different. This didn't sit well with him, even to Gumball's standards this was wierd. The high pitched groan yanked him from his thoughts, turning he saw his wife. The bags under her eyes were visible in her hand she clutched a polystyrene cup. "The coffee here tastes horrible." Nicole murmured. He knew it was meant to be a slight distraction. "I don't know, its kinda good." he half-heartedly replied. There was no reply just a small scoff. "Are you worried about Gumball?" he continued finding it slightly amusing. The boy had seen much worse and lived right? His response was a confused glare, "He is your son after all right, what damage can one night do?" "Last time I checked it was a team effort," Nicole chuckled. "really, I was doing all the work now that I think about it." "Hey!"

Class was a drag for Darwin. Everything seemed dull and numb without his brother. Currently his gaze was fixated on the clock, he's view would occasionally drop to his friends unoccupied seat. The feeling was rather odd to him, they never been apart, spare classes and such. But not waking up to see the cat beside him. "Dude?". Looking to his side he begun to notice most of the class exit, this made him draw his attention back to the voice. A white rabbit stood before him, he was obviously knew for he had never noticed him around. What struck him as odd was the vague resemblance he bore to Anais, only much less rounded. "You gonna stare at me all day or what." his tone of voice was rather akward, he sounded as though it was high pitched and low all at one but with little screeching. This struck him as familiar, "Sorry. Do I know you from somewhere?". "I don't think so, the name's Cole." "European estate." Darwin said more to himself rather than the rabbit. This earned him an odd look from Cole as the sat on the bench. He was positive his response would go unheard due to the clatter of trays and blur of voices. "The show on Sixty Vice channel.". This earned a chuckle "Had no idea anyone watched that." "Its kinda this thing in our class. I guess some people just watch because of the Game Cube presenter, she is kinda pretty.".

"Pretty? What do you know about girls really?" Cole said his paws waving an hourglass shape in mid air. "Well Mrs Mom always says to treat a lady with dignity and respect and she'll be the most beautiful thing ever.". Darwin answered. One couldn't help but chuckle at his naive tone. "Right..." he drawled sarcastically "Hey you know were Ms Simians class is?". "Couple doors and turns down from here, do you want me to show you around. I going there right now?", Cole could see how desperate the fish was. His father did tell him to never grow accustomed to anyone, but he couldn't turn down the little 'amphibian?' "Sure?" "Darwin." the boy stuck out his fin before Cole staring at it for a second, he knew he was practically signing a deal with the devil, but being him... He shook none the less.