Iggy POV
"How long have they been gone?" I asked Gazzy. We were all sitting in the living room, watching the Mummy. I couldn't believe they left their satellite on all winter.
"Coming up on three hours," Gazzy said, his voice muffled in a pillow. I grunted and shook my head. They were probably just getting there. I reached an arm out to check Fang's pulse. It was faint, but steady. His faint breathing could be heard by only the most trained of ears. It was quiet. Excuse me while I say, too quiet. I quirked my head, concentrating on the reason why.
"Nudge, are you asleep?" Total asked. Silence was her reply. Oh, that's why.
I settled down to enjoy the movie, and I did; for about three minutes. Then it got a whole new kind of quiet.
"Fang," I muttered. I put my ear down to his partially opened mouth. There was no breath being sucked in. Or blown out. No!
I performed a little CPR, as the flock gathered around us. Nudge rubbed sleep out of her eyes and asked, "What's wrong, Iggy?" He still wasn't breathing.
"He's, not breathing," I stammered. Crap! Don't do this to me Fang! Just wake up! Or start breathing, I don't care, show some sign of life!
"We have to find a hospital, now!" I yelled. "Nudge, write Max a note, tell her to go to the nearest hospital," I commanded. She scurried off to write the note.
"You're both gonna have to help me get him to a hospital," I said, starting to lift up Fang. Gazzy must have come to my aid, as I felt some of Fang's weight vanish.
"Done!" Nudge yelled from the kitchen. "I'm gonna stick it on the front door!" She said as she ran past us to the front door. She had a steak knife in her hand. I would have laughed at her means of posting the message on the door, but now wasn't the time.
"Nudge, get in here and help us!" I gasped as we drug Fang to the front of the house. She hurried back in and helped on Gazzy's side. We got him down the steps successfully.
"Bark!" I heard Total yelp. He ran out of the house, just as the door was closing. He had all of our packs hanging out of his mouth.
"Thanks Total," Nudge said, immediately dropping her portion of the weight to get the packs and stick Total in one. Gazzy and I struggled once again, under Fang's complete weight. "Sorry," She apologized quietly. Slipping on her pack, she brought ours over to us and helped us put them on while trying to keep holding Fang. Fang is not going to be to thrilled about all this when he wakes up. If he wa- No! He will, don't think like that.
"We can't take off!" Gasped Gazzy. He was right. We couldn't all fly so close together, especially while holding a limp passenger.
"Follow this road, it lead to a main road not to far away! Maybe we can hitch a ride!" Nudge said, resuming her place next to Gazzy. So we set off that way. Fang, just hang on. We'll get you help. Even if they can't take away the paralysis, they can make you breath. Just hang on.
"Come on guys, up the pace! He's not gonna last long like this," I panted. We started to move a little faster, but not without strain.
I heard a car in the distance. Yes! He's gonna make it!
"A car!" Nudge screamed. I could tell she was bouncing up and down excitedly.
Total's POV
A car! Fang's going to be alright!
"Kids, what's wrong with him?" A woman with black hair stuck her head out the midnight blue truck's window. It wasn't a car.
"Can you take us to a hospital?" Iggy pleaded.
"Of course, of course. Get in, quickly," she said and opened the back door to the truck.
"Mom, what's going on?" I heard a voice ask from inside the car.
"These kids need some help," the black haired woman said hurriedly. She helped them get Fang into the backseat and Iggy, Nudge, and the Gasman hopped in. Gazzy obviously forgot I was in his pack, that's why he was never a good carrier, because he squished me in between his back and the seat. I yelped to let him know I was there.
"Sorry, Total," he apologized and took me out of the bag.
"Hurry!" I heard Nudge whine. The woman buckled herself in and hit the gas. She spun a quick U-turn on the narrow dirt road and we were headed back toward the main road.
I sat myself on Gazzy's lap and turned my sights on our saviors. The woman, as I said before, had onxy black hair, down her back. She had dazzling green eyes, now wide with panic. She couldn't be more than twenty two years old. Her blue tee-shirt was smeared with dashes of paint. The young voice I'd heard earlier was a small boy. He looked to be about eight years old. His hair and eyes were identical to his mother's. His shirt was also covered in paint, if possible, it was holding more paint than his mother's.
"What happened to him?" The woman asked, flicking her eyes back at Fang. I guess Fang must look pretty roughed up to normal people. We were just used to seeing each other all beat up. Fang's clothes were ripped and shredded in spots where the trees had clung to him mercilessly. Dried blood was caked on his wounds. He was limp and motionless. But the worst thing of all was that you could tell he wasn't breathing.
"He was attacked by wolves. A few hours ago. He just stopped breathing," Iggy said. I watched with silent eyes as they talked on.
"Wolves? Up here?" she restated disbelievingly. "I've lived up here most of my life and never seen one of those. You must be some very unlucky kids."
"How far is the hospital?" Iggy broke in, fidgeting over Fang's form.
"A few more minutes, I'm already driving eighty five," she said. Giving us an apologetic expression. "Oh, it's up around the corner, here."
She pulled to a halt at the stop sign, then proceeded forward into the Hospitals almost deserted parking lot. Here we go.
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