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Without Him part 2
Entering the critical care room her father occupied, Quiverwing could not have been prepared for what she saw. Her father, Darkwing, usually so strong and independent, lay disturbingly static on the hospital bed. 40% of his body had been burned. Thankfully most of the burns were 1st, degree. His hands and the right part of his face were heavily bandaged,though his mask still intact. Bruises and abrasions covered his white feathered body. The oxygen mask that aided his breathing had the hardest impact on the child. Her dad was always so proud, so capable. No matter how bad off something would get for him, he always managed to stand on his own two feet. Now, he could not even draw a breath on his own.Quiverwing felt her strength draining away as tears swelled up in her green eyes and flooded down her cheeks.
The doctor looked at her with compassion. He placed a hand on her shoulder "We're doing all we can for him." He paused,and glanced from Quiverwing to her father "would you like some time alone with him?"
Quiverwing nodded but she could not speak, she could not find her voice.
The doctors turned to leave but paused a moment to watch as Quiverwing moved slowly to her fathers side, her small trembling hands taking his motionless one. "Is there anybody you want me to contact, a friend, perhaps.", He asked softly. Quiverwing looked at the doctor through the tears and nodded. Struggling to speak she finally choked out "there are a couple of other people, who will want to see him."
The news that night told of the Fire that threaten the lives of innocent children and how the courage of the St. Canard Fire fighters working side by side with the police and paramedics had managed to rescue all the children, making this a Christmas to truly be grateful. It was mentioned briefly on how Darkwing Duck - the Caped clown of St. Canard had almost gotten himself killed TRYING to help. The reporters mentioned almost as a matter of fact that Darkwing's life hung by a thread in the hospital.
The citizens of the city reacted callously to the news.
A man in his house sat watching the news as it told fo the Caped Crimefighters plight, "That clown was living on borrowed time anyway" he said coldly.
Christmas Carolers, as they went from house to house to spread the holiday spirit, spoke of it in passing. "I guess you heard what happened to that Costume Clown today", One caroler mentioned to the guy standing next to him.
"He got what he deserved!", The guy answered bitterly "Getting the way of the REAL heroes all the time." He said as the carolers started the next song - JOY TO THE WORLD!
"incompetent clod! Who'd miss him" A man in the mall remarked when the subject of Darkwing Duck came up.
" HA!!Getting rid of Darkwing Duck is the best Christmas present St. Canard could have!", A woman standing near him replied.
"But Mama," the woman's 12 year old daughter interrupted tugging at her mothers sleeve."He was the one who.."
"Hush dear," the mother cut her off "You must not interrupt grownups while they are talking, you know that."
The woman turned and smiled at the man "You'll have to excuse my Katie, she's been through a terrifying experience, I'm afraid".
The man looked at the girl with surprise then looked at her mother "You don't mean to say, this little girl of yours was in that fire today!"
"Oh yes," the woman answered sounding almost proud as she put an arm around her daughters shoulder, "she was one of the four girls they thought wouldn't make it. But my Katie is a survivor! Isn't that right sweetheart? Why, she was the one who kept the other girls safe until the firefighters could get to them. She's quite a hero really!"
Beside her mother the child sighed and dropped her head, knowing it would do no good to say anything, grownups always believed what they wanted to.
To hear the people of St. Canard talk, one would think that a unpopular television program was being canceled, not a life being lost.Some even seemed glad of Darkwings fate.
Above the city and all it's bustle, a star, the brightest star of evening, shone
down upon the earth. But something unusual was happening. As the star began to glow more intensely, the light that shone around the star began to spread slowly through the night sky.
Below, people were rushing about excitedly, racing to pick up those last minute gifts. Chatting away with the anticipation of Christmas morning. Looking forward to presents and Christmas dinner, to seeing family members who came home for the holidays. The tragedy that had occurred only a few short hours before, all but forgotten. Darkwings welfare, was not considered in the least.
Inside his mansion, the Mayer was hosting a big Christmas party as he did every year. This year, they had a guest of honor, the Firechief, who was hailed as the hero of the day for all the kids he'd saved from the fire only hours earlier.
"A toast", the Mayer said lifting his glass to the Firechief who was seated next to him at the bountiful banquet table. "To the man responsible for rescuing those children from certain death this very day. Let us show our appreciation for a job well done!"
The people sitting around the table applauded with sincere appreciation for the fire chiefs action that day.
The Firechief stood up as was customary and took a slight bow, that he felt he didn't rightly deserve. He sat down quickly, the applause still going on. He was very uncomfortable with this attention, he knew He wasn't the real hero that day. But people believed what they wanted to believe.
As the applause finally died down one of the guest spoke up "it's good to be in the presents of a true hero for once, instead of that bungler Darkwing!"
"Well, we may not have to put up with that bunglers presents for much longer", The Mayer proclaimed, sounding rather joyful of the news.
The fire chief decided it was time to speak up "Mr. Mayer, I think you are forgetting who really saved the day.."
"Hay look at this!" A voice called from across the huge banquet room. A young man stood staring out the large picture window at the sky. People were getting up and rushing over to see what the excitement was over. The dark night sky was now golden with the illumination of a mysterious golden light that seemed to be cast from a single star that shone in the East.
"What is that!?", Rang out a voice.
"Is it dangerous?" Asked another
"I don't know!?"
"It's beautiful, but is it.."
Suddenly the golden glow seemed to fall from the sky, coming down upon the city of St. Canard, enveloping it in a blinding light. Cries of fear went out from all over the city, as the light incased all of St. Canard with such intensity that it invaded the dreams of those who slept.
A feeling of an almost electric energy filled the light. "People of St. Canard" a haunting voice echoed from the light, heard by all "a precious gift is to be bestowed upon you this night. The gift of Gratitued."
To be continued....
Without Him part 2
Entering the critical care room her father occupied, Quiverwing could not have been prepared for what she saw. Her father, Darkwing, usually so strong and independent, lay disturbingly static on the hospital bed. 40% of his body had been burned. Thankfully most of the burns were 1st, degree. His hands and the right part of his face were heavily bandaged,though his mask still intact. Bruises and abrasions covered his white feathered body. The oxygen mask that aided his breathing had the hardest impact on the child. Her dad was always so proud, so capable. No matter how bad off something would get for him, he always managed to stand on his own two feet. Now, he could not even draw a breath on his own.Quiverwing felt her strength draining away as tears swelled up in her green eyes and flooded down her cheeks.
The doctor looked at her with compassion. He placed a hand on her shoulder "We're doing all we can for him." He paused,and glanced from Quiverwing to her father "would you like some time alone with him?"
Quiverwing nodded but she could not speak, she could not find her voice.
The doctors turned to leave but paused a moment to watch as Quiverwing moved slowly to her fathers side, her small trembling hands taking his motionless one. "Is there anybody you want me to contact, a friend, perhaps.", He asked softly. Quiverwing looked at the doctor through the tears and nodded. Struggling to speak she finally choked out "there are a couple of other people, who will want to see him."
The news that night told of the Fire that threaten the lives of innocent children and how the courage of the St. Canard Fire fighters working side by side with the police and paramedics had managed to rescue all the children, making this a Christmas to truly be grateful. It was mentioned briefly on how Darkwing Duck - the Caped clown of St. Canard had almost gotten himself killed TRYING to help. The reporters mentioned almost as a matter of fact that Darkwing's life hung by a thread in the hospital.
The citizens of the city reacted callously to the news.
A man in his house sat watching the news as it told fo the Caped Crimefighters plight, "That clown was living on borrowed time anyway" he said coldly.
Christmas Carolers, as they went from house to house to spread the holiday spirit, spoke of it in passing. "I guess you heard what happened to that Costume Clown today", One caroler mentioned to the guy standing next to him.
"He got what he deserved!", The guy answered bitterly "Getting the way of the REAL heroes all the time." He said as the carolers started the next song - JOY TO THE WORLD!
"incompetent clod! Who'd miss him" A man in the mall remarked when the subject of Darkwing Duck came up.
" HA!!Getting rid of Darkwing Duck is the best Christmas present St. Canard could have!", A woman standing near him replied.
"But Mama," the woman's 12 year old daughter interrupted tugging at her mothers sleeve."He was the one who.."
"Hush dear," the mother cut her off "You must not interrupt grownups while they are talking, you know that."
The woman turned and smiled at the man "You'll have to excuse my Katie, she's been through a terrifying experience, I'm afraid".
The man looked at the girl with surprise then looked at her mother "You don't mean to say, this little girl of yours was in that fire today!"
"Oh yes," the woman answered sounding almost proud as she put an arm around her daughters shoulder, "she was one of the four girls they thought wouldn't make it. But my Katie is a survivor! Isn't that right sweetheart? Why, she was the one who kept the other girls safe until the firefighters could get to them. She's quite a hero really!"
Beside her mother the child sighed and dropped her head, knowing it would do no good to say anything, grownups always believed what they wanted to.
To hear the people of St. Canard talk, one would think that a unpopular television program was being canceled, not a life being lost.Some even seemed glad of Darkwings fate.
Above the city and all it's bustle, a star, the brightest star of evening, shone
down upon the earth. But something unusual was happening. As the star began to glow more intensely, the light that shone around the star began to spread slowly through the night sky.
Below, people were rushing about excitedly, racing to pick up those last minute gifts. Chatting away with the anticipation of Christmas morning. Looking forward to presents and Christmas dinner, to seeing family members who came home for the holidays. The tragedy that had occurred only a few short hours before, all but forgotten. Darkwings welfare, was not considered in the least.
Inside his mansion, the Mayer was hosting a big Christmas party as he did every year. This year, they had a guest of honor, the Firechief, who was hailed as the hero of the day for all the kids he'd saved from the fire only hours earlier.
"A toast", the Mayer said lifting his glass to the Firechief who was seated next to him at the bountiful banquet table. "To the man responsible for rescuing those children from certain death this very day. Let us show our appreciation for a job well done!"
The people sitting around the table applauded with sincere appreciation for the fire chiefs action that day.
The Firechief stood up as was customary and took a slight bow, that he felt he didn't rightly deserve. He sat down quickly, the applause still going on. He was very uncomfortable with this attention, he knew He wasn't the real hero that day. But people believed what they wanted to believe.
As the applause finally died down one of the guest spoke up "it's good to be in the presents of a true hero for once, instead of that bungler Darkwing!"
"Well, we may not have to put up with that bunglers presents for much longer", The Mayer proclaimed, sounding rather joyful of the news.
The fire chief decided it was time to speak up "Mr. Mayer, I think you are forgetting who really saved the day.."
"Hay look at this!" A voice called from across the huge banquet room. A young man stood staring out the large picture window at the sky. People were getting up and rushing over to see what the excitement was over. The dark night sky was now golden with the illumination of a mysterious golden light that seemed to be cast from a single star that shone in the East.
"What is that!?", Rang out a voice.
"Is it dangerous?" Asked another
"I don't know!?"
"It's beautiful, but is it.."
Suddenly the golden glow seemed to fall from the sky, coming down upon the city of St. Canard, enveloping it in a blinding light. Cries of fear went out from all over the city, as the light incased all of St. Canard with such intensity that it invaded the dreams of those who slept.
A feeling of an almost electric energy filled the light. "People of St. Canard" a haunting voice echoed from the light, heard by all "a precious gift is to be bestowed upon you this night. The gift of Gratitued."
To be continued....