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Original Flock (c) James Patterson
Alex POV-
"Hold up!" Max yelled.
I opened my eyes. Max was standing a couple steps ahead of her flock, hands on hips, a hard look on her face. Just like mom did when she wants to make a point.
"What if I do it?"she point blank stated. Her eyes blazed with determination.
"What..." Grandma stuttered, eyes wide.
Max exhaled quickly, and I could see worry and anxiety she was so desperately trying to hide.
"I said, what if I give him blood? From what you said, my blood should work fine. He's going to be my son in this future world anyway, right?"
"Um...yes. Yes! It would work. Just one little problem, both you and..."
Fang suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Max's hand. "I'll do it as well."
I knew my mouth had to be on the floor by this point.
Why are they doing this? My mom told me once that Dad couldn't stand needles, and neither could she. I understood why Mom and Dad would do this...because like Mom said yesterday, it's one of their kids. But why would PAST Max and Fang be willing to let anyone, even Grandma, strap them down and take a large amount of blood from them both...when the baby they were going to save wouldn't even belong to them for years to come?
Because...Ash whispered into my mind...though they are not of this time period, they are still our parents and love our new brother enough to risk their lives for him already.
I gasped and shifted my gaze to Ash as Grandma guided Max and Fang out of the room to donate.
Really?
Ash nodded slightly.I can feel their emotions, remember? As all this has been happening, both of them have gained a sort of...caring and protective feeling for the newborn. A feeling of love I've only ever felt from parent to child. Like Uncle Iggy and Aunt Ella have for our cousins, and Mom and Dad have for all of us.
A tear slid from my eye and down my cheek. How...touching of them.
"Alex! Ash!" a familiar voice yelled from the doorway. I snapped my head up to see Aunt Nudge, dressed in a pair of jeans and frilly top, running toward me. Uncle Gazzy was at her heels.
"Aunt Nudge? Uncle Gazzy! I thought you guys were on your honeymoon?" I gaped.
Aunt Nudge plowed into me, embracing me tightly. "Angel called us yesterday and told us about Max, I mean your mom, so we hopped on the next flight home. Sorry it took us so long to get here! Airports are incredibly slow. Thank goodness we have wings or we still wouldn't be here! How is everything? Your mom? Dad? The baby?"
My brain was working so hard to process all Aunt Nudge's questions that I forgot past Angel, Gazzy, Nudge, and Iggy were in the corner of the room. But Uncle Gazzy saw them.
"Whoa...there's a sight," he said, making Aunt Nudge release her death grip on me.
"Oh geez!" she squeaked, "Is that...is that US!"
I set my hand on her arm and, in under a minute, gave the basic rundown of how they got here, how everyone else knew they were here, the Time Traveler not working, and what past Max and Fang were doing. I also explained about the baby and how Dad was with Mom right now. Aunt Nudge just stood speechless. Now there was a bad sign.
"Are you really me?" Nudge suddenly asked, with a look of wonder on her face. Aunt Nudge smiled.
"Of course! But are you really me?" she said, repeating the past self's question.
I tuned out the new conversation that was starting when Uncle Gazzy turned away from us and walked a few steps away. He pressed his hands against the glass of the NICU and peered into the room full of tiny newborns. I walked over there a couple seconds later while Aunt Nudge was discussing something with Ash and the past flock.
"That must be him," Uncle Gazzy said, pointing at the tiny baby boy over on the left side of the room. A heart monitor was attached to him and I could see the fast blips that showed his heart rate onscreen. He also had dozens of tubes and wires connected to him, and his little arms and legs twitched restlessly while he slept. He looked so tiny and helpless.
"Yeah," I sighed, leaning my forehead on the glass wall separating me from my sibling. My uncle's warm hand landed on my shoulder and I smiled at him.
"He'll be fine."
"I hope so," I answered, attempting to sound hopeful.
A few moments later, Grandma and a horde of nurses and doctors rushed into the NICU and surrounded my brother. While the nurses started disconnecting different things from him, I saw Grandma pouring two bottles of thick red blood into a machine. She then added a white powder to the blood and flipped a switch, which caused the blood to swirl around until the white powder was completely mixed in. That must have been some kind of combining agent that mixed the blood's DNA to replicate ours.
I hadn't noticed, but now everyone in the room had their faces practically smushed against the glass. Since it was dead silent, I could hear what they were saying in the NICU.
"Monitors hooked up!"
"IV ready for transfuse!"
"Line clear!"
"Breathing stable!"
Finally, I heard Grandma's voice out of all the commotion. "Remember, a slow push! Keep a steady drip going as well. He's very young."
I wasn't exactly sure what was happening, but it all looked to be going okay. All should be good soon.
I heard the door to the room open and saw Max, Fang, Mom, and Dad coming into the room. Max and Fang looked quite wobbly (like a drunk would), and Dad was pushing Mom in a wheelchair. Mom's jaw was tight with apparent pain from the surgery and worry over her newborn child.
"Mom!" I sighed, going to kneel next to her wheelchair. She petted my hair and gave a weak smile. "Hey sweetie."
"Max, how are you doing!" Aunt Nudge asked frantically, taking one of Mom's hands. I saw Mom squeeze her hand.
"I'm fine, Nudge. I can see you two are back early." Mom smirked, and from across the room, I saw Uncle Gazzy's jaw muscle move, meaning he was smiling.
"Of course we're back! How could we not be? I..." Aunt Nudge said, but a sudden loud commotion cut her off and I dashed back to the glass.
Everyone around my baby brother was yelling, and I only picked up a few words.
"Too fast...Unstable...Vitals dropping...Losing him!"
My heart thumped loudly in my chest. No no no no! He was dying! Grandma, fix this!
"What's wrong?" Mom screamed from her wheelchair, standing. I could hear her limping toward us but didn't pay her any mind.
The nurses and doctors were scrambling around, grabbing this and that. Doing everything in their power to stop what was happening. I watched the heart monitor above the baby's head. The blips were getting farther and farther apart.No...please...
Then I heard the worst sound in the world.
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A flat line.
And my mother screamed.
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