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A/N: If you don't like graphic details, maybe you should not read this chapter. If you don't like to cry you should not read either. I've been told that this is a real tearjerker. I had to put this in because this chapter is the eye opener we all need, but should never happen. Once again thanks for all the reviews.
Life's too short: Harsh Reality
That look. That pain filled look in his eyes was unbearable. Something was wrong she could feel it. Her husband just stood there like a statue and said nothing. After what seemed forever he dropped the telephone receiver. He regained his composure before he spoke.
"I.I"
"What is it dear?" she asked in a concerned tone. She hadn't been this scared since the time she thought Wildwing had gone missing. Her husband had a way of keeping her strong with his presence, but now he was distant and that look in his eyes scared her. "Who was it?" she asked again.
"Th..that was the hospital."
"Oh no" she gasped.
"What would the hospital want Dad?" Nosedive asked, totally oblivious to his parents concern.
"That was the hospital. There's been an accident. They don't think Wildwing will survive past tonight."
"NO!" screamed Nosedive. "Dad, you've got to be kidding. Wildwing's just fine. It must be a mean prank call from his stupid friends."
"No it isn't Nosedive" Mr. Flashblade said on the verge of tears. "That was the hospital, and Wildwing is hurt. I told them that we would be there shortly to see him."
"Come on Nosedive get your coat." Mrs. Flashblade said as she gathered up her things and made for the door.
The ride to the hospital was an agonizing trip for the entire Flashblade family. All Mr. Flashblade could think about was how Wildwing could have possible gotten into such a mess. It was his responsibility to teach his children good judgement and it appeared that he failed. And now it would cost him his son's life. He just wanted to pull the car over and cry, but he couldn't do that, no, he had to be strong for his wife, for his family.
Mrs. Flashblade was just as miserable. Not only could she not think about Wildwing hurt somewhere without her to hold him, but also she was worried about Nosedive. She kept looking back at him in the back seat. He looked fine, but his eyes were black, void of any feeling or emotion. He shouldn't have to deal with something like this at his age. For crying out loud he was only twelve years old. Upon further consideration of the situation she thought that a child should never have to die before their parents. It wasn't natural and it wasn't right.
Nosedive sat in the back seat quietly awaiting the inevitable. He knew once they got to the hospital, that they would tell them that it was too late, and that Wildwing was dead. His only brother. His best friend in the world. God how he missed him. He looked over to the seat next to him. Wildwing's seat. How many road trips had the Flashblade family taken when Nosedive would lean over and lay his head on Wildwing's shoulder and fall asleep? How many times did Wildwing make up new games for car rides just to keep him from being bored? How much time had they spent in the back seat of this car bonding on their short trips to the store? How could he go on without his big brother to watch out for him? How? How? How? This train of thought was depressing him so he looked out the window. It was a beautiful day out. How could something like this happen on a day like this?
"Damn" His father cussed "There's a traffic jamb ahead!"
"Then take the back way to the hospital" Mrs. Flashblade said calmly.
The back way always took longer, because you had to go by the mall. There was always traffic around the mall, especially around the holidays. Dive hated to go there on holidays. You could never find a parking spot, people had short tempers, everyone lacked the holiday spirit but him, and the roads were a mess. Why would his parents take the longer route to the hospital? Didn't they know that Wing's life was on the line! He wanted to scream forget about the long way just keep going and floor it, but he couldn't say a word. He was too caught up in his own grief to do a thing.
"Nosedive can you please hand me a tissue. The box is on the floor next to your feet." Mr. Flashblade said suddenly.
But it was too late; just then something outside caught his eye. It was Randy's overturned truck. It was all mangled, thrashed, twisted, and torn apart. How on Puckworld could anyone survive that! The whole intersection was a disaster. Broken glass and blood everywhere. It was a scene out of a horror flick or some terrible nightmare. Yeah that had to be it; he was just having a nightmare. He went to sleep last night before Wildwing came home and he's just having a nightmare. Yeah yeah. That's it just a nightmare.
The next thing Nosedive knew his mother was beside him in the back seat. She was holding him tight and turned his head away from the accident. "Don't look Nosedive. Everything's going to be all right."
"Th..tha..that was.was.was" Nosedive mumbled.
"I know, I know that was Randy's truck."
Nosedive shook his head yes. He couldn't keep it in anymore he just let it go. All the emotions, all the pain, all the fear, he just let them all come out as he balled into his mothers shoulder. She could do nothing to stop this pain. No amount of kisses or sweet words was going to help. All she could do was hold him close and rock him back and forth till the tears subsided.
"Excuse me sir, but you have to go back this is a crime scene" said a police officer to Mr. Flashblade.
"I'm sorry officer, but I have to get to the hospital. My son was in a car accident and they don't think that he's going to make it."
The police officer looked and him and knew that he wasn't lying. Not with that look in his eyes. He had seen it all too often to know fear, anger, and misery all rolled into one. "I'll give you a police escort to the hospital that way you'll get there faster."
Mr. Flashblade followed the screaming police car at top speed to the hospital. Thank the Lord he was finally getting somewhere, and fast.
"We're here" Mr. Flashblade announced as they drove into sight of the hospital.
After he parked Nosedive jumped out of the car and headed toward the emergency room.
"Wait up Nosedive" called his mother, but he wouldn't listen. He had to tell Wing how sorry he was for wishing this on him. "George stop him!"
Nosedive was not expecting his father to grab or jerk him so hard. "What the hell do you think your doing? Didn't your mother tell you to wait! What's wrong with you?"
Nosedive couldn't believe that his father was yelling at him, at a time when Wildwing needed him the most. "I.I.I"
"You were not thinking! Did it ever occur to you that there is a street here and there are cars! Do you think I want to loose both my boys on the same day to car accidents?!"
"Dad, I'm sorry," Nosedive said in a whisper.
"I'm sorry Dive" Mr. Flashblade said as he pulled Nosedive into his arms and held him there. He was loosing it. He took out his anger on someone who didn't deserve it. He yelled at Nosedive when he was most vulnerable and he felt awful now. Nosedive clung to him sobbing into his chest. Mr. Flashblade thought 'He's just as scared as I am, and there's nothing I can do to comfort him'. He pulled Nosedive closer to him. He took a deep breath, which brought the scent of Nosedive's hair to his nostrils. It smelled like his wife's shampoo. Nosedive always did like to use her shampoo. He said it gave it an extra lift and flavor. Whatever that was suppose to mean. "Come on let's go find Wildwing" He said at last when Nosedive's tears were diminished to occasional sobs.
Before they entered the emergency room Mr. Flashblade turned to Nosedive "stay with your mother, while I go find out where Wildwing is."
Nosedive shook his head yes and took hold of his mother's hand. After entering the hospital, Mr. Flashblade went up to the main counter as his wife and youngest son stood a foot or two behind him. "Hello, I'm here to see my son. He was in a car accident this afternoon."
"May I have his name please Sir."
"Yes, It's Wildwing Flashblade. He's sixteen. Is he alright?"
"I'll have to find out Sir, will you please have a seat."
"Yes. Thank you."
From somewhere in the emergency waiting room came a call "Mr. Flashblade."
He looked up to see who it was.
"Canard!" Mrs. Flashblade exclaimed when she saw him.
"Mrs. Flashblade."
Nosedive let go of his mother and ran to Canard happy to see him, for once. Canard help open his arms to him. The two were caught in an embrace for a minute until Nosedive withdrew.
"Now that was weird" Nosedive commented.
"You're right Worm" Canard laughed.
"Are you all right Canard?" Mrs. Flashblade asked, as she looked him up and down at his injuries.
"Yeah, I'll live. Do you know if my parents are coming?"
"They probably got caught in the traffic."
"Leila dear are you all right" Mrs. Flashblade addressed the red head girl who was sitting down.
Tears rolling down her cheeks she shook her head yes. "Oh sweet heart" Mrs. Flashblade soothed as she sat down next to her and took her in her arms. Nosedive sat on the other side of her and took her hand. He knew that he had to comfort her. Wildwing would have wanted him to. He looked back at Canard and for the first time saw his injuries. Canard had his right arm in a sling and his head bandaged up. His clothes were torn, bloody and dirty. His arms, legs, face and torso were all scratched up with abrasions. Some were bandaged and others were not. To put it plane and simple Canard looked like crap. Man if that was how Canard looked, then his brother must really have been mangled.
"What happened Canard?" Mr. Flashblade asked
"We were going to the mall. Randy took the corner too fast and too sharp. The truck rolled four times and when it finally stopped rolling it was on its roof. I wasn't wearing my seat belt and neither was Mike. We were both thrown from the truck. The police officer told me that they were chasing a well know jewel thief and he slammed into the back seat, drivers side of the truck. The impact made the truck spin and when it finally came to a stop they found Wildwing and Randy still in there. They rushed us here and that's where I woke up."
"I. I saw the whole thing" Leila sobbed. "It was terrible. I can't get it out of my head."
"Shh dear it's alright. Everything will be okay. Wildwing will pull through this."
"You didn't see him Mrs. Flashblade. You didn't see all the blood, the glass, the truck."
"We did Leila, we did" Mr. Flashblade said softly.
Just then Mr. and Mrs. Thunderbeak burst into the room. "Canard!" His father exclaimed relieved to see his son alive.
"Dad!"
"Are you alright son?"
"Yeah I'm fine, just a few bumps, bruises and scrapes. Oh yeah and one broken clavicle."
"That's all?"
"And one very sore backside."
The adults had to laugh. Even through all this he was still able to crack a joke and laugh. Hopefully Wildwing would be able to do the same.
"George," Mr. Thunderbeak said as he held his hand out "how's Wildwing?"
"Henry," Mr. Flashblade said as he took his hand and shook it "they haven't told us anything yet."
Henry pulled his son into an embrace and kissed his forehead.
"Awe Dad, not in public."
Everyone laughed.
Canard sat down next to Nosedive. "How ya doin' squirt?"
Nosedive looked at him about to cry again.
"It's going to be alright Dive. I promise; it'll be all right. I promised Wing that I would look out for you until he got better. And I'm going to keep that promise."
To Be Continued.
Sooooooo what do ya think? Please let me know. Till later, "Keep the fuel rods warm" Airrazor, Beast Wars, Aftermath. Don't ask the quote just popped into my head.
A/N: If you don't like graphic details, maybe you should not read this chapter. If you don't like to cry you should not read either. I've been told that this is a real tearjerker. I had to put this in because this chapter is the eye opener we all need, but should never happen. Once again thanks for all the reviews.
Life's too short: Harsh Reality
That look. That pain filled look in his eyes was unbearable. Something was wrong she could feel it. Her husband just stood there like a statue and said nothing. After what seemed forever he dropped the telephone receiver. He regained his composure before he spoke.
"I.I"
"What is it dear?" she asked in a concerned tone. She hadn't been this scared since the time she thought Wildwing had gone missing. Her husband had a way of keeping her strong with his presence, but now he was distant and that look in his eyes scared her. "Who was it?" she asked again.
"Th..that was the hospital."
"Oh no" she gasped.
"What would the hospital want Dad?" Nosedive asked, totally oblivious to his parents concern.
"That was the hospital. There's been an accident. They don't think Wildwing will survive past tonight."
"NO!" screamed Nosedive. "Dad, you've got to be kidding. Wildwing's just fine. It must be a mean prank call from his stupid friends."
"No it isn't Nosedive" Mr. Flashblade said on the verge of tears. "That was the hospital, and Wildwing is hurt. I told them that we would be there shortly to see him."
"Come on Nosedive get your coat." Mrs. Flashblade said as she gathered up her things and made for the door.
The ride to the hospital was an agonizing trip for the entire Flashblade family. All Mr. Flashblade could think about was how Wildwing could have possible gotten into such a mess. It was his responsibility to teach his children good judgement and it appeared that he failed. And now it would cost him his son's life. He just wanted to pull the car over and cry, but he couldn't do that, no, he had to be strong for his wife, for his family.
Mrs. Flashblade was just as miserable. Not only could she not think about Wildwing hurt somewhere without her to hold him, but also she was worried about Nosedive. She kept looking back at him in the back seat. He looked fine, but his eyes were black, void of any feeling or emotion. He shouldn't have to deal with something like this at his age. For crying out loud he was only twelve years old. Upon further consideration of the situation she thought that a child should never have to die before their parents. It wasn't natural and it wasn't right.
Nosedive sat in the back seat quietly awaiting the inevitable. He knew once they got to the hospital, that they would tell them that it was too late, and that Wildwing was dead. His only brother. His best friend in the world. God how he missed him. He looked over to the seat next to him. Wildwing's seat. How many road trips had the Flashblade family taken when Nosedive would lean over and lay his head on Wildwing's shoulder and fall asleep? How many times did Wildwing make up new games for car rides just to keep him from being bored? How much time had they spent in the back seat of this car bonding on their short trips to the store? How could he go on without his big brother to watch out for him? How? How? How? This train of thought was depressing him so he looked out the window. It was a beautiful day out. How could something like this happen on a day like this?
"Damn" His father cussed "There's a traffic jamb ahead!"
"Then take the back way to the hospital" Mrs. Flashblade said calmly.
The back way always took longer, because you had to go by the mall. There was always traffic around the mall, especially around the holidays. Dive hated to go there on holidays. You could never find a parking spot, people had short tempers, everyone lacked the holiday spirit but him, and the roads were a mess. Why would his parents take the longer route to the hospital? Didn't they know that Wing's life was on the line! He wanted to scream forget about the long way just keep going and floor it, but he couldn't say a word. He was too caught up in his own grief to do a thing.
"Nosedive can you please hand me a tissue. The box is on the floor next to your feet." Mr. Flashblade said suddenly.
But it was too late; just then something outside caught his eye. It was Randy's overturned truck. It was all mangled, thrashed, twisted, and torn apart. How on Puckworld could anyone survive that! The whole intersection was a disaster. Broken glass and blood everywhere. It was a scene out of a horror flick or some terrible nightmare. Yeah that had to be it; he was just having a nightmare. He went to sleep last night before Wildwing came home and he's just having a nightmare. Yeah yeah. That's it just a nightmare.
The next thing Nosedive knew his mother was beside him in the back seat. She was holding him tight and turned his head away from the accident. "Don't look Nosedive. Everything's going to be all right."
"Th..tha..that was.was.was" Nosedive mumbled.
"I know, I know that was Randy's truck."
Nosedive shook his head yes. He couldn't keep it in anymore he just let it go. All the emotions, all the pain, all the fear, he just let them all come out as he balled into his mothers shoulder. She could do nothing to stop this pain. No amount of kisses or sweet words was going to help. All she could do was hold him close and rock him back and forth till the tears subsided.
"Excuse me sir, but you have to go back this is a crime scene" said a police officer to Mr. Flashblade.
"I'm sorry officer, but I have to get to the hospital. My son was in a car accident and they don't think that he's going to make it."
The police officer looked and him and knew that he wasn't lying. Not with that look in his eyes. He had seen it all too often to know fear, anger, and misery all rolled into one. "I'll give you a police escort to the hospital that way you'll get there faster."
Mr. Flashblade followed the screaming police car at top speed to the hospital. Thank the Lord he was finally getting somewhere, and fast.
"We're here" Mr. Flashblade announced as they drove into sight of the hospital.
After he parked Nosedive jumped out of the car and headed toward the emergency room.
"Wait up Nosedive" called his mother, but he wouldn't listen. He had to tell Wing how sorry he was for wishing this on him. "George stop him!"
Nosedive was not expecting his father to grab or jerk him so hard. "What the hell do you think your doing? Didn't your mother tell you to wait! What's wrong with you?"
Nosedive couldn't believe that his father was yelling at him, at a time when Wildwing needed him the most. "I.I.I"
"You were not thinking! Did it ever occur to you that there is a street here and there are cars! Do you think I want to loose both my boys on the same day to car accidents?!"
"Dad, I'm sorry," Nosedive said in a whisper.
"I'm sorry Dive" Mr. Flashblade said as he pulled Nosedive into his arms and held him there. He was loosing it. He took out his anger on someone who didn't deserve it. He yelled at Nosedive when he was most vulnerable and he felt awful now. Nosedive clung to him sobbing into his chest. Mr. Flashblade thought 'He's just as scared as I am, and there's nothing I can do to comfort him'. He pulled Nosedive closer to him. He took a deep breath, which brought the scent of Nosedive's hair to his nostrils. It smelled like his wife's shampoo. Nosedive always did like to use her shampoo. He said it gave it an extra lift and flavor. Whatever that was suppose to mean. "Come on let's go find Wildwing" He said at last when Nosedive's tears were diminished to occasional sobs.
Before they entered the emergency room Mr. Flashblade turned to Nosedive "stay with your mother, while I go find out where Wildwing is."
Nosedive shook his head yes and took hold of his mother's hand. After entering the hospital, Mr. Flashblade went up to the main counter as his wife and youngest son stood a foot or two behind him. "Hello, I'm here to see my son. He was in a car accident this afternoon."
"May I have his name please Sir."
"Yes, It's Wildwing Flashblade. He's sixteen. Is he alright?"
"I'll have to find out Sir, will you please have a seat."
"Yes. Thank you."
From somewhere in the emergency waiting room came a call "Mr. Flashblade."
He looked up to see who it was.
"Canard!" Mrs. Flashblade exclaimed when she saw him.
"Mrs. Flashblade."
Nosedive let go of his mother and ran to Canard happy to see him, for once. Canard help open his arms to him. The two were caught in an embrace for a minute until Nosedive withdrew.
"Now that was weird" Nosedive commented.
"You're right Worm" Canard laughed.
"Are you all right Canard?" Mrs. Flashblade asked, as she looked him up and down at his injuries.
"Yeah, I'll live. Do you know if my parents are coming?"
"They probably got caught in the traffic."
"Leila dear are you all right" Mrs. Flashblade addressed the red head girl who was sitting down.
Tears rolling down her cheeks she shook her head yes. "Oh sweet heart" Mrs. Flashblade soothed as she sat down next to her and took her in her arms. Nosedive sat on the other side of her and took her hand. He knew that he had to comfort her. Wildwing would have wanted him to. He looked back at Canard and for the first time saw his injuries. Canard had his right arm in a sling and his head bandaged up. His clothes were torn, bloody and dirty. His arms, legs, face and torso were all scratched up with abrasions. Some were bandaged and others were not. To put it plane and simple Canard looked like crap. Man if that was how Canard looked, then his brother must really have been mangled.
"What happened Canard?" Mr. Flashblade asked
"We were going to the mall. Randy took the corner too fast and too sharp. The truck rolled four times and when it finally stopped rolling it was on its roof. I wasn't wearing my seat belt and neither was Mike. We were both thrown from the truck. The police officer told me that they were chasing a well know jewel thief and he slammed into the back seat, drivers side of the truck. The impact made the truck spin and when it finally came to a stop they found Wildwing and Randy still in there. They rushed us here and that's where I woke up."
"I. I saw the whole thing" Leila sobbed. "It was terrible. I can't get it out of my head."
"Shh dear it's alright. Everything will be okay. Wildwing will pull through this."
"You didn't see him Mrs. Flashblade. You didn't see all the blood, the glass, the truck."
"We did Leila, we did" Mr. Flashblade said softly.
Just then Mr. and Mrs. Thunderbeak burst into the room. "Canard!" His father exclaimed relieved to see his son alive.
"Dad!"
"Are you alright son?"
"Yeah I'm fine, just a few bumps, bruises and scrapes. Oh yeah and one broken clavicle."
"That's all?"
"And one very sore backside."
The adults had to laugh. Even through all this he was still able to crack a joke and laugh. Hopefully Wildwing would be able to do the same.
"George," Mr. Thunderbeak said as he held his hand out "how's Wildwing?"
"Henry," Mr. Flashblade said as he took his hand and shook it "they haven't told us anything yet."
Henry pulled his son into an embrace and kissed his forehead.
"Awe Dad, not in public."
Everyone laughed.
Canard sat down next to Nosedive. "How ya doin' squirt?"
Nosedive looked at him about to cry again.
"It's going to be alright Dive. I promise; it'll be all right. I promised Wing that I would look out for you until he got better. And I'm going to keep that promise."
To Be Continued.
Sooooooo what do ya think? Please let me know. Till later, "Keep the fuel rods warm" Airrazor, Beast Wars, Aftermath. Don't ask the quote just popped into my head.