The Orksmith Secret
Kale's P.O.V.
"What is it?!" I asked harshly.
"S-She's lost to much blood," Dr. M said quietly.
"We can do a transplant. Like we did on Fang," Max tried.
"No, her body doesn't have enough original blood to adapt the new donation into its own kind. Her body will fight it, likes its a virus," She explained, "The only thing we could do is get blood from her mother, father, or sibling, but the chances of that are very slim. Considering how we don't know anything about her past. She practically has…no chance of survival, I-I'm sorry!"
The Doctor started bawling. I was stunned.
"There is someone…" Angel piped up. I glanced over at her. Everyone did.
"Fang is Gwen's brother…" Angel continued. Fang's jaw tightened.
"What, honey?" Max asked kinda embarrassed.
"Gwen is Fang's little sister! Their last name is Orksmith. So, it matches and they're related," Angel blabbered.
"Ok?" Max raised an eyebrow. She looked confused.
"She's right, they're siblings," I happened to get out without bursting into tears.
Fang only glanced left at me and right to Angel.
"Uh, I hear the scientist saying it…something about how if your DNA matches hers then you're related and all. Then they cheered and said that the 'Darkwings are siblings!' And how Gwen's DNA could hold the same key as yours," I gave further details. He stormed into the room where Gwen lay completely oblivious. She was covered in a freaking sheet and I really didn't appreciate everyone in the house going into see.
Fang stretched out his wing anpd held it close to hers, which was somewhat tucked under her. They matched. He held down his arm, looking at skin tone. Even though Gwen was a tad lighter pigment she still had olive skin. Lastly her hair was dark brown. His was black, but they were close. He turned to the group, sighed, rubbed his chin, and nodded. They were related. Then he muttered a cuss word that sounded a lot like fudge, get the meaning here people! We were all standing there. Most amazed, others a little happy.
"You have to Fang!" Dr. M said a little to excitedly as she pulled out a needle and other things. Fang groaned and the others wished him luck as they turned to leave, not me. I went to Gwen's side and knelt down. She looked so peaceful, bruised, but sweet. I sighed and put my head against the mattress.
If she didn't wake up…I wouldn't either…
Apparently, Dr. M was done taking blood, 'cause something was hooked to Gwen's arm and she told me that it was time for surgery. I held up a thumbs up. She told me to move. I refused.
I didn't watch, no. I was to tired and worried. I kept my eyes closed and clutched to Gwen's hand. I hoped and prayed to whoever could hear that she'd make it out of this.
They're done! But the results aren't guaranteed. She still may not make it through. It sickened me. I was almost asleep when that boy that carried her came in.
"Sup, bro? How's she doin'?" He asked.
"Uh, she's out cold and just had surgery after loosing half of her blood, she's fine…bro," I snapped. He held up his hands to surrender.
"Gosh, I was just asking. You may need to go get some rest?" He tried.
"Yah, when pigs fly," I rolled my eyes. When I glanced up he had a disgusted look on his face.
"Did they make flying pigs?" I questioned. He nodded.
"So, uh, how is she…is she gonna…pull through?" He got a little chocked up. I stood, making my knees pop. How long had I been on my knees?
"I think she's doing better. Her pulse has…steadied," I mumbled. He sat down on the bed beside of her. He placed her little frail hand in his and smiled at her. Jealousy made me bare my teeth. I don't think I like this guy…
He pushed her bangs to the side. That stupid grin on his face was driving me crazy! Gwen was pretty much naked under a friggin sheet and he was sitting there flirting with her! She's unconscious moron! Ugh!
"No! Fang! I'm sure there was a perfectly good reason!" That was Max. Her voice sounded frantic.
In the next split second the dark emo man had stormed in and yanked me to my feet. Well, I was stunned. Then I noticed something was wrong. I couldn't breath. His hands were around my throat. I squirmed, unwilling to believe.
"Why wouldn't you tell me?" He asked like everything was calm. I'm ashamed to say that I gargled.
I tried to say, "Let go of me!" But it ended up sounding like this, "Wet gaw ak murgle!"
He gave me a funny look. I was probably purple. Then Max screamed for Dylan.
"I swear! Put the kid down, Fang, before you kill him! Or I kill you!" Dylan shouted and warned.
Fang threw me to the ground. Then him and Dylan began to slug it out. I climbed to my feet and filled my lungs with air, preparing to be strangled again. I pried the two off each other. That's when I noticed that this fight wasn't with me. It was just a giant battle between boys that had gotten way out of hand. With my newfound strength I held them apart.
"Stop! Quit! Would you two just chill?!" I screamed. Ryan came up behind and grabbed Fang. After a couple minuets of everyone getting thrown to the ground we finally calmed down.
"Why?" He asked it over and over. I finally just sighed and told him to ask Gwen. I remember that day like it was yesterday.
I was sitting in the dark and I heard them speaking of Gwen. Her brother, Zachary Orksmith, was indeed related to her. It was a "miracle" or so they called it. The dark one, Fang, was her 'brother'. Why I never told Gwen, I'd never know. She was KO'ed at the time. I guess I never wanted to worry her, or give her false hope. Now, it came back to bite me in the butt.
Everything began to soothe and slow, but the one thing I wanted, correction-needed, to move was still.
Would Gwen wake up? Would she pull through to fight another day?
Ok! Review! Did you guess it? Any comments on Fang being Gwen's brother? C'mon peeps! Give me something!
Oh, today this kid asked me where we went when we died. He wouldn't shut up so I told him "The ground." The kid freaked!