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*jumps up and down* Thanks for all the reviews! LOVE YA! You have no idea how happy you make me with them....Special thanks to Ottercub and PapillonStar(who's stories are the best!)
Phew...it took me quite a while to write this. I heard about the terrible events in the USA and it was really shocking me - not only me, whole Germany was shocked! We talked about it in school...*sighs* It's terrible, I can't find other words.

Okay, I'll let you read the story now. Tanya's part is a little bit short...sorry.


Help

by Kaeera



CHAPTER 6

Shouldn't had let him go


What am I doing here? I don't know...Wildwing, what happens?
I am frightened.
I want that you come to help me, like you always did when I was little.
But instead you laugh at me, make fun of me...are satisfied to know that I am here, that I am suffering because of you!
Some parts of me are telling me that I should stop relying on you, that I am old enough to stand on my own feet...that you won't be there forever.
I always relied on you, bro. Trusted you. Trusted you with my life.
You go to hell? I follow. Like you would follow me.
Would have followed.
Seems that our bond has disappeared, and I didn't notice it. Maybe I could have prevent it...maybe – when I had shown more respect...
But it's too late now.
But Wildwing, how can you forget that easily? All the wonderful memories back on Puckworld...How easy can you forget your love for your brother?
You did love, I always knew.
But...not now.
What's this all? Where's the sense of it?
It can't be reality...but it can't be a dream either, it's too real.
Maybe it's something I didn't want to think of...yet...
Maybe it's...death???

I would laugh if I could. Laughing makes your life easier, ya know. That's my attitude. See always the positive. And make jokes about the negative things. It worked – it may not be the best of all attitudes, but it worked.

Until now.

What am I supposed to do? Why are you forcing me, brother?
Are you forcing me?
I have no idea.

My life has never been easy. But I managed it, somehow. When I was little, the other ducks laughed about me because I was so clumsy. I fell about every stone, every chair...everything. And it hurt.
I managed it because you helped me. Because you've been there, telling me to stand up, to try again. And I did.
I always try again – try it until it works. Give never up.

If you give up on something, that's....like being a looser. It doesn't mind how good or bad you are at something. Just don't give up.
Keep your hope.

Sentences which are marked in my brain. Sentences you told me once.

But now you are there, telling me things you would never tell...I think.

I don't know what to think! Why shall I stay here? My attitude hasn't changed, so has yours? You became stronger when Canard disappeared. You became a leader, and I must say, you are a good one. Better than Canard.

But does being stronger have something to do with rejecting me?

Why can things never been clear enough to see through?

.....

And why is this room grey?!!


* * *

~Tanya~

"He's WHAT?", Wildwing yelled unbelieving. I could see the concern and pain in his eyes – and I knew that I wore the same expression on my face. Now everything seemed to be okay, and then...
I sighed. "He's comatose, Wildwing. That means that I can't wake him up, and that he probably even can't wake up himself..."
"No...", our leader said softly and stared at the younger duck, who was lying on a stretcher in the infirmary. Pale. Unmoving. So untypical for Nosedive!

I didn't want to tell him this! Hell, this was so unfair! Why the kid? Why this?
And why couldn't I do something? I was supposed to be the genie – you search a solution? Ask Tanya, the walking book....But this time, the time I was needed the most, I failed. Failed miserably. Couldn't help the poor kid who was suffering...couldn't do anything!

I gulped. This was going to be difficult. "Ehm...that's not all...", I whispered, voice shaking.
Wildwing closed his eyes in an attempt to keep the tears. "What else?", he asked, not looking in my eyes.
"Well...maybe you know something about comas and so..it's like that...he might...uhm....kinda", I clutched my teeth, "He might die ,Wildwing."

That was it. I said it. The danger wasn't over, it was still there...

"Why?", Wildwing questioned simply. "Why in a coma?"

"I don't know Wildwing. I'm sorry, I wish I could tell you, I wish I could do something, but...", my voice was trailing off, as I watched the face of our leader.
A bunch of expression was written above his still young face – pain, worry, concern, guilt....It was hitting him really hard.
We all have lost family members. But my bonding between my family had never been that strong like his.
They were never showing it, of course.
A reason which made our life pretty interesting.
My brain failed as I tried to imagine a life without Nosedive. No pranks? No jokes?
No old tacos in my lab? No comics on the floor? Unpossible! We couldn't loose a team-member, we had already lost Canard, and now Nosedive?

The youngest!

Your life begins with 17! And his might be over....

"He will make it!", Wildwing interrupted my thoughts. "He's strong. Has always been. He can do that!"

He was more trying to convince himself than me – but I understood. He, as a leader, had to take every hope...had to be strong for the sake of the team...for the sake of his brother.
Poor Wildwing.
Poor Nosedive.

"Even if he pulls through, there might be the danger of after-effects.", I warned him, feeling guilty to destroy his hopes, but knowing that it would be the best.
"Many people who suffered through a coma lost their personality....they were totally apathetic, not speaking, not reacting. As if they were in coma again!
They had to learn speaking , had to learn to touch people...but the younger the person is, the more harder it is for him to regain is personality."

"So, in short, ", Wildwing glared at me, "Even when he wakes up, there's a high danger that we have a walking ghost instead of a noisy and weird teenager??"

I nodded.

Wildwing put his head in his arms and sighed. "I knew that I shouldn't have let him go..."

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" LEMME OUT! I WANNA GO HOME", Nosedive yelled and banged his fists against the closed window(which was, of course, grey).
"YEAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGH!!!!", he stormed through the room and searched for something...useful! It was so unfair. In comics, the glorious heroes found always things they needed to escape...they had a bubble-gum and a pencil and WHOOP! the door was open and the wild battle against the bad guys began.

Heroes weren't supposed to be treated like little kids!

Gloomily, the young duck stared at the wall. He would write a letter to these comic authors...they shouldn't be allowed to write such illogical stuff...
Now he regretted that he didn't read something more...useful! Like 'How to escape from a prison' or so. But he doubted if such books existed – maybe in the library of Duke L'Orange, but definitely not in the normal book store.

Hey – what was he thinking about? He would probably never come out again – yet write a letter to someone of the 'outside world'!

Tiredly he leaned his head against the cool glass of the windwo(grey).
"I.Wanna.Go.Home.", he muttered under his breath, when suddenly his attention was caught by a movement – outside the window.

He blinked. There was something outside? He didn't see it before...or?

The scene became clearer, and soon Nosedive could recognise a familiar place – very familiar.

Puckworld.

This was his home – Puckworld! Boy, for how long...

It was a small park near his house...he remembered it exactly....Wildwing and he, they had always went there for playing ice-hockey. It was just the best place.

Now someone entered the area he could see from the window. Nosedive froze.

It was him! A younger version of the Nosedive everybody knew, but still him...

One part of his brain was telling him that something had to be very wrong with him...first a grey room, then an insane brother and now this! But the other part was telling him to watch, trying to convince him of the importance to pay attention....

Now the little duck skated on the ice, still a little bit unsure, but full of enthusiasm.

He managed two steps until he fell the first time. Then the second. And the third...
Nosedive smiled. The kid didn't, and he liked that.
There was nothing worse than giving up!

He wished that he could open the window, that he could join the childish play and the peaceful scene.

But destiny had different plans.



To be continued...




Now I wrote everyone's POV....have to think how I'll continue it...hmmm....ah well, but first I have to practise a little bit - concert will be soon!

Kaeera