Author's Note~ Hey all, the rating is to be safe, although it may be
necessary. Deals with drug addiction. Enjoy~ (geez does that sound lame,
"deals with drug addiction, enjoy", ha it's like saying "oh yeah you have
24 hours live, have a nice day!" Anyway onto the story~
Nosedive woke up, his head in a dizzy. He couldn't see straight, everything was blurry, he felt sick, and felt like getting sick. Then he heard the voices. Even though the ducks had been talking slightly loud behind the doors, to him the sound boomed and hurt his ears. He could make out his brother's voice, Canard's and Tanya's. He then realized the rest of the ducks were there as well talking, agreeing, and contradicting.
"No Tanya. I do not want rehab", said WildWing.
Rehab, thought Nosedive, for WildWing? What happened?
"WildWing please", said Tanya, "They have very good places that will be able to your brother."
Nosedive froze and then remembered. He remembered the pain, the unbearable headache from not having the pills. He remembered him practically killing his brother. He remembered all right, and he remembered him telling his brother to get out of his life. But most of all he remembered his brother's face of disapproval.
Nosedive was constantly trying to please and impress his brother, even though it wasn't needed.
"Stupid Prot", thought Nosedive, "He messed this up for me. Man I was doing so well too."
"Tanya", said Phil, "No rehab. This can't get to the public; the press especially would have a field day. Then we would be dealing with not only drug addiction, but also mental depression. He's a teenager what do you expect from him?"
"What do you suggest than", cried Tanya.
"Get Smith in here", said Phil, "He was with Nosedive and Prot. Maybe he can help us out. He won't be bringing this to the press, he's a good guy. We can trust him."
"Oh yeah", snapped Mallory, "How are you so sure?"
"He could have told the press everything about Nosedive, his personal life, his relationship with Prot, and all of the events that dealt with Nosedive beating either verbally or physically on him. Yet he said nothing, and defended the teenager. We need him, he'll be able to help us. He's worked with guys that like Prot that have introduced drugs into situations. He might not be an expert, but he's the best that we got."
No, thought Nosedive. I don't need help. I'm fine. I don't need help, and I especially don't need Smith. Smith is okay I guess, but he is hard! He's going to work me hard! I don't want Smith! Smith was Prot's partner, and I don't like Prot. No Smith! Smith will beat me up, and make me listen to him like he did on the ice. Smith is bad. Smith will be bad. Smith will hurt, and Smith will scream, and no one will stop him.
No Smith! Smith will be aggressive. Smith is bad! NO SMITH!
Nosedive had to get up now, and show his brother he was fine despite the aching and impairing vision headache. He stumbled to his feet, and feel. The headache grew with movement. He feel to his feet holding his head. The ducks had heard the thump and rushed into the room, finding Nosedive on the floor holding his head. Phil went to call Smith.
"Dive", said WildWing.
"I don't need help", cried Nosedive, "I'm fine! Please WildWing, I'm sorry! Trust me okay? I didn't know what I was doing, ah this headache!"
WildWing slid next to his brother, "I forgive you, and I'm sorry I yelled, it's okay Nosedive."
"I don't need help, and I don't need Smith."
WildWing remained silent, and shook his head. "I'm sorry Dive. Smith is coming."
"NO".
"Nosedive please, it's not your fault. But you need help!"
"NO!"
By this point Nosedive had stood up, hovering over his kneeling brother. He would continued with his previous rampage, but the floor rushed up to him. The room was swirling around, he couldn't prevent anything that was happening to him. He fell backwards again grasping his head.
Those pills were acting as medicine and without them resulted in violently ill side effects. Nosedive was being allowed to enjoy each of them.
"Ugh", said Nosedive as laid down onto his bed.
"Nosedive-", started WildWing.
"NO", cried Nosedive, "I hate you! Leave me alone!"
WildWing's face was filled with hurt, and confusion.
Nosedive didn't mean what he had said, it was just that headache. He hated it! He wanted it to leave him alone, however with WildWing presenting Nosedive with words to ingest and understand was disturbing him, and his voice it was not helping. His head was banging enough with out the voices of his teammates.
But Nosedive was most of all embarrassed. He had worked so hard to become "one of the team", they now trusted him as a member, but not as a tag along brother. It was humiliating to have to suffer in front of all of them. It was even worse when they would be brigning in help for him. That made it worse, because he couldn't handle the problem himself, he was a screw-up!
Nosedive shook off the feeling. He didn't want to talk to his brother any longer; his brother was not helping the situation any but if anything at least was trying.
He wanted his teammates to leave, but they wouldn't. They just sat and stared. To him they were mocking him, and laughing, and enjoying the sibling rivalry's entertainment. No they were enjoying Nosedive's torture, or at least that's what he thought. Steroids can play games with your head, especially when they're not there. They are still drugs, and they still have the disgusting side effects that other drugs can give.
"Dive I-", said WildWing.
"STOP", cried Nosedive, "Leave me alone, all of you!"
The ducks wouldn't leave the room. So Nosedive left, causing confusion and bewilderment in all of the ducks.
"Where is he going", asked Canard.
"How should I know", snapped WildWing.
Canard sighed, it was not going to be easy to help this teenager or this teenager's brother.
They all wandered into the hall to see Nosedive trying to make his way down. Finally he couldn't go any more, he had to pick a room to barricade himself into.
"Well not Mallory or Tanya's", thought Nosedive, "That's for sure."
So Nosedive stumbled his way into Phil's. Phil looked at the teenager with confusion, and curiosity.
"Okay there Nosedive", he asked.
Nosedive shut the door, and locked it. "No", cried Nosedive, laying on Phil's bed.
"Can I stay with you for a while", asked Nosedive?
Phil was flattered, he never had kids or any children that were around constantly and had always regretted that. Now that a teenager was asking for his aid, and his presence Phil immediately said yes.
And immediately Phil's door was being knocked on.
"Don't let them in", cried Nosedive trying to get up again not exactly trusting Phil over his brother.
"Take it easy, Nosedive", said Phil, "Go to sleep and I'll handle them, okay?"
"I don't want them!"
" Good. Because I'm not planning on bringing them in."
Nosedive loosened up, as Phil headed over to the door.
"I want my brother now", cried WildWing.
"Listen", said Phil, "He's going to stay with me for a while. Just to sleep or what not. Okay?"
"NO", cried WildWing.
"WildWing", said Tanya, "Let's try this, if Nosedive is resting does it really matter where is resting?"
"Yes".
"You're being ridiculous", cried Canard, "WildWing come with me and you can chill out."
"NO", cried a furious WildWing.
"Well that's not a choice", cried an aggravated Canard.
He pulled his friend out the door into the hall where numerous curse words were passed back and forth, resulting in the two of them wrestling on the floor.
"Should we do something", asked Duke.
"No", said Mallory, "They are both our leaders, and we have to take orders from them."
"I don't care if they were kings", said Grin, "I will not allow them to bring any more harm to each other."
So Grin did as he said, and quickly broke up the fight.
~
"Thanks Phil", said Nosedive.
"Listen Dive, your brother is taking this pretty hard."
"Yeah I know."
"Maybe you could talk to him."
"You don't' talk with WildWing, not like this anyway. He'll start screaming and yelling, and I have the biggest headache, aw man it really hurts!"
"Why don't I stop talking and let you get some rest okay?"
"Okay Phil. Thanks."
"No problem".
But a problem was coming, regardless of what anyone thought.
Nosedive woke up, his head in a dizzy. He couldn't see straight, everything was blurry, he felt sick, and felt like getting sick. Then he heard the voices. Even though the ducks had been talking slightly loud behind the doors, to him the sound boomed and hurt his ears. He could make out his brother's voice, Canard's and Tanya's. He then realized the rest of the ducks were there as well talking, agreeing, and contradicting.
"No Tanya. I do not want rehab", said WildWing.
Rehab, thought Nosedive, for WildWing? What happened?
"WildWing please", said Tanya, "They have very good places that will be able to your brother."
Nosedive froze and then remembered. He remembered the pain, the unbearable headache from not having the pills. He remembered him practically killing his brother. He remembered all right, and he remembered him telling his brother to get out of his life. But most of all he remembered his brother's face of disapproval.
Nosedive was constantly trying to please and impress his brother, even though it wasn't needed.
"Stupid Prot", thought Nosedive, "He messed this up for me. Man I was doing so well too."
"Tanya", said Phil, "No rehab. This can't get to the public; the press especially would have a field day. Then we would be dealing with not only drug addiction, but also mental depression. He's a teenager what do you expect from him?"
"What do you suggest than", cried Tanya.
"Get Smith in here", said Phil, "He was with Nosedive and Prot. Maybe he can help us out. He won't be bringing this to the press, he's a good guy. We can trust him."
"Oh yeah", snapped Mallory, "How are you so sure?"
"He could have told the press everything about Nosedive, his personal life, his relationship with Prot, and all of the events that dealt with Nosedive beating either verbally or physically on him. Yet he said nothing, and defended the teenager. We need him, he'll be able to help us. He's worked with guys that like Prot that have introduced drugs into situations. He might not be an expert, but he's the best that we got."
No, thought Nosedive. I don't need help. I'm fine. I don't need help, and I especially don't need Smith. Smith is okay I guess, but he is hard! He's going to work me hard! I don't want Smith! Smith was Prot's partner, and I don't like Prot. No Smith! Smith will beat me up, and make me listen to him like he did on the ice. Smith is bad. Smith will be bad. Smith will hurt, and Smith will scream, and no one will stop him.
No Smith! Smith will be aggressive. Smith is bad! NO SMITH!
Nosedive had to get up now, and show his brother he was fine despite the aching and impairing vision headache. He stumbled to his feet, and feel. The headache grew with movement. He feel to his feet holding his head. The ducks had heard the thump and rushed into the room, finding Nosedive on the floor holding his head. Phil went to call Smith.
"Dive", said WildWing.
"I don't need help", cried Nosedive, "I'm fine! Please WildWing, I'm sorry! Trust me okay? I didn't know what I was doing, ah this headache!"
WildWing slid next to his brother, "I forgive you, and I'm sorry I yelled, it's okay Nosedive."
"I don't need help, and I don't need Smith."
WildWing remained silent, and shook his head. "I'm sorry Dive. Smith is coming."
"NO".
"Nosedive please, it's not your fault. But you need help!"
"NO!"
By this point Nosedive had stood up, hovering over his kneeling brother. He would continued with his previous rampage, but the floor rushed up to him. The room was swirling around, he couldn't prevent anything that was happening to him. He fell backwards again grasping his head.
Those pills were acting as medicine and without them resulted in violently ill side effects. Nosedive was being allowed to enjoy each of them.
"Ugh", said Nosedive as laid down onto his bed.
"Nosedive-", started WildWing.
"NO", cried Nosedive, "I hate you! Leave me alone!"
WildWing's face was filled with hurt, and confusion.
Nosedive didn't mean what he had said, it was just that headache. He hated it! He wanted it to leave him alone, however with WildWing presenting Nosedive with words to ingest and understand was disturbing him, and his voice it was not helping. His head was banging enough with out the voices of his teammates.
But Nosedive was most of all embarrassed. He had worked so hard to become "one of the team", they now trusted him as a member, but not as a tag along brother. It was humiliating to have to suffer in front of all of them. It was even worse when they would be brigning in help for him. That made it worse, because he couldn't handle the problem himself, he was a screw-up!
Nosedive shook off the feeling. He didn't want to talk to his brother any longer; his brother was not helping the situation any but if anything at least was trying.
He wanted his teammates to leave, but they wouldn't. They just sat and stared. To him they were mocking him, and laughing, and enjoying the sibling rivalry's entertainment. No they were enjoying Nosedive's torture, or at least that's what he thought. Steroids can play games with your head, especially when they're not there. They are still drugs, and they still have the disgusting side effects that other drugs can give.
"Dive I-", said WildWing.
"STOP", cried Nosedive, "Leave me alone, all of you!"
The ducks wouldn't leave the room. So Nosedive left, causing confusion and bewilderment in all of the ducks.
"Where is he going", asked Canard.
"How should I know", snapped WildWing.
Canard sighed, it was not going to be easy to help this teenager or this teenager's brother.
They all wandered into the hall to see Nosedive trying to make his way down. Finally he couldn't go any more, he had to pick a room to barricade himself into.
"Well not Mallory or Tanya's", thought Nosedive, "That's for sure."
So Nosedive stumbled his way into Phil's. Phil looked at the teenager with confusion, and curiosity.
"Okay there Nosedive", he asked.
Nosedive shut the door, and locked it. "No", cried Nosedive, laying on Phil's bed.
"Can I stay with you for a while", asked Nosedive?
Phil was flattered, he never had kids or any children that were around constantly and had always regretted that. Now that a teenager was asking for his aid, and his presence Phil immediately said yes.
And immediately Phil's door was being knocked on.
"Don't let them in", cried Nosedive trying to get up again not exactly trusting Phil over his brother.
"Take it easy, Nosedive", said Phil, "Go to sleep and I'll handle them, okay?"
"I don't want them!"
" Good. Because I'm not planning on bringing them in."
Nosedive loosened up, as Phil headed over to the door.
"I want my brother now", cried WildWing.
"Listen", said Phil, "He's going to stay with me for a while. Just to sleep or what not. Okay?"
"NO", cried WildWing.
"WildWing", said Tanya, "Let's try this, if Nosedive is resting does it really matter where is resting?"
"Yes".
"You're being ridiculous", cried Canard, "WildWing come with me and you can chill out."
"NO", cried a furious WildWing.
"Well that's not a choice", cried an aggravated Canard.
He pulled his friend out the door into the hall where numerous curse words were passed back and forth, resulting in the two of them wrestling on the floor.
"Should we do something", asked Duke.
"No", said Mallory, "They are both our leaders, and we have to take orders from them."
"I don't care if they were kings", said Grin, "I will not allow them to bring any more harm to each other."
So Grin did as he said, and quickly broke up the fight.
~
"Thanks Phil", said Nosedive.
"Listen Dive, your brother is taking this pretty hard."
"Yeah I know."
"Maybe you could talk to him."
"You don't' talk with WildWing, not like this anyway. He'll start screaming and yelling, and I have the biggest headache, aw man it really hurts!"
"Why don't I stop talking and let you get some rest okay?"
"Okay Phil. Thanks."
"No problem".
But a problem was coming, regardless of what anyone thought.