D4- Guy's the star!
Chapter 1- the funeral
Tuesday night
100, 110, 120 km
"Charlie, don't you think you're going a little bit fast?" Guy say's watching the speedometer.
130 km
"Slow down!" Yells Guy.
"Shut up!" Yells a drunken Charlie at the wheel.
140 km
CRASH!!
Their car hits a tree on the country road; 3 minutes later- Guy opens his eyes.
"Shit," Guy says squeezing his eyes tight, touching his forehead. He looks to Charlie next to him. He is unconscious and bleeding in numerous places.
"Oh fuck," he says looking at him.
The car is smashed bad, mainly on the left side, Charlie's side. Guy manages to find Charlie's phone.
"Damn, no reception," Guy says looking at it. He tries to smash in the partly cracked window, since he can't get the bent in door open. He looks for something to smash it with, finally deciding on his fist, since there was nothing heavy enough in the car. He punched the window out, the glass flying on the road.
With great difficulty, Guy falls out the window and with the phone in his bloodied hand he limps across the road.
He looks at the screen on the phone, there's no reception.
"Where can I get some fucking reception?" He yelled loudly. He sat on the side of the road to wait for a car. After 10 minutes he was annoyed.
'Where the hell has Charlie Taken us?' He thought.
A further 5 minutes passed and Guy had had enough. He stood up, went over to the car the check on Charlie, he was still breathing, and then proceeded to walk down the road in the direction they were going in the first place.
He checked the phone every few minutes and after half an hour of walking and seeing no cars what so ever. He got reception.
"Yes!" He says excitedly with a huge grin on his face.
He dialled '000.'
"Ambulance please," He said into the small device.
"Alright, where are you?" Said the voice on the end of the phone.
"Umm. see I don't exactly know," Guy says, forgetting his bloodied hand and scratching the back of his head with it, getting blood all through his golden hair.
"Well, I'm afraid that I can not help you unless you can tell me where you are, I'm sorry." The voice says, annoyingly.
"Umm. well there's trees, lots of trees, all over the place, umm. they're green?" Guy says, unsure of the response.
"That's all there is, just trees?" The voice says.
Guy looks around searching for something more significant, "well, I haven't seen a car in the last hour." He says hopefully.
"That doesn't help, look, what is the last building that you remember seeing?" The voice asks.
"Umm. oh wait, the pub, umm. Esso it was called." Guy said, "Does that help?" He asked.
"Yes, yes it does, I'm sure you are on the road to the pass, have you been over a small mountain yet?" It asked.
"Yes, about 10 minutes before the accident."
"Alright, just hang on and we'll send someone as soon as we can," it says and hangs up.
Guy turned around and started back to the car.
In the Ambulance on the way to the hospital - Charlie is lying on the stretcher bed looking pretty bad and guy is asleep leaning against the back of the ambulance.
The ambulance stops fast, Guy goes flying forward, hitting his head hard against some equipment, not helping the gash that is already across his cheek.
A paramedic opens the doors, another comes and they both grab the stretcher bed and rush Charlie to the emergency room.
They reminded Guy of the little beavers that always come out in cartoons.
He giggled slightly to himself, sounding somewhat like a little boy.
"It's your turn son," says a much older paramedic looking at Guy and holding out his hand for him.
Guy stood up carefully and made his dizzy way inside.
1-hour later-
Guy, Charlie's mother and Coach Bombay are in one of the halls of the hospital. Bombay has his arm around Charlie's mother comfortingly, both of them looking incredibly distressed, Guy, a little delirious, is sitting next to Bombay laughing silently at his feet, with six stiches on his face, going down from just underneath his right temple curving slightly to stop in the middle of his cheek.
Bombay gives him a look and he stops laughing.
"Sorry," Guy says, ducking his head slightly.
A doctor walks up to them, Charlie's mum and Bombay stand up, Guy follows and stands too. The doctor bows his head then looks to Charlie's mum,
"I'm sorry," He said, "We couldn't save him."
Charlie's mum fell to her knees.
Guy glared at the doctor, shocked, 'Charlie, you fool,' he thought.
Wednesday- At the ice rink
"Okay, take a knee," says Bombay standing in the middle of the rink.
All the ducks (excluding Charlie) went on one knee around him.
'Oh, he's going to tell them,' Guy thought, lowering his head.
"Congratulations on getting into the school, and as a gift and a sign for the New Year, I've got some new jersey's for you!" Bombay said smiling, he looked to Guy. Guy was glaring at him.
'He should have told them, was wrong with him?' He thought.
"Where is Charlie?" Asks Goldberg.
"Umm. he couldn't make it," says Bombay looking to the ice.
"So where are the jersey's?" Asks an impatient Mendoza.
"They're in the change rooms," says Bombay showing with his hand.
They all rushed off to the rooms, but Guy and Bombay went slowly.
"Why didn't you tell them?" Guy says loudly, to Bombay.
"I didn't have the heart, but I will tell them okay?" Says Bombay, watching the glare that Guy is giving him.
"You'd better, it's unfair not to tell them," says Guy and hurries off to join the rest.
In the change rooms-
The box of jerseys has been pulled apart by the time Bombay reaches the room.
The jerseys are black, with white numbers and a white duck sign on the front. Everyone has put their's on and they look great.
"Sit down everyone. I have some bad news," Bombay says when he enters the room, a sad look coming over his face.
"What do we do with Charlie's jersey?" Averman says.
"Shut up Averman," Says Connie.
"You all know, that last night Guy was in an accident," Says Bombay.
"Yeah, the stitches are just a little bit obvious, but he's fine," says Fulton.
"Yes, well, Charlie was with him and. he. didn't make it," Bombay says struggling to control his voice.
Guy got up and hugged Bombay; everyone else in the room was silent, except for Goldberg's heavy breathing.
Dean Portman was the first to say or do anything; he smashed his fist hard into one of the metal lockers and walked out briskly.
Guy looked at everyone they looked at him.
"I'm sorry we couldn't see it dude," Fulton said as he got up and hugged Guy lightly.
"Charlie," Goldberg says, disbelievingly.
Friday-2 days later- the funeral.
Everyone who was a duck and still is a duck is there, as well as, Charlie's family, other friends and Bombay.
Bombay is delivering the elegy. There is barely a dry eye to be found.
The funeral is beautiful, the casket is white and it is covered with flowers and has 4 different jerseys on it, the green ducks one, the team U.S.A one, the white ducks one and the new black ducks one.
The funeral is over and everyone is standing around with coffee and orange juice, comforting each other.
Bombay yells out,
"Hey,"
Everyone turns in his direction.
"I have an announcement for the ducks," He says, "I know it's real soon but I think we should start training for this year, maybe in a few weeks."
"Training? Are you sure?" Says Fulton, "I mean I don't know about you guys, but I don't think it seems right without Charlie as our captain."
"Come on Bash Brother, it's for Charlie now, we can't stop," Says Portman.
"Yeah, for Charlie," says Averman.
"For Charlie," Guy says raising his coffee to the air.
Everyone smiles,
"For Charlie," They repeat in unison.
Chapter 1- the funeral
Tuesday night
100, 110, 120 km
"Charlie, don't you think you're going a little bit fast?" Guy say's watching the speedometer.
130 km
"Slow down!" Yells Guy.
"Shut up!" Yells a drunken Charlie at the wheel.
140 km
CRASH!!
Their car hits a tree on the country road; 3 minutes later- Guy opens his eyes.
"Shit," Guy says squeezing his eyes tight, touching his forehead. He looks to Charlie next to him. He is unconscious and bleeding in numerous places.
"Oh fuck," he says looking at him.
The car is smashed bad, mainly on the left side, Charlie's side. Guy manages to find Charlie's phone.
"Damn, no reception," Guy says looking at it. He tries to smash in the partly cracked window, since he can't get the bent in door open. He looks for something to smash it with, finally deciding on his fist, since there was nothing heavy enough in the car. He punched the window out, the glass flying on the road.
With great difficulty, Guy falls out the window and with the phone in his bloodied hand he limps across the road.
He looks at the screen on the phone, there's no reception.
"Where can I get some fucking reception?" He yelled loudly. He sat on the side of the road to wait for a car. After 10 minutes he was annoyed.
'Where the hell has Charlie Taken us?' He thought.
A further 5 minutes passed and Guy had had enough. He stood up, went over to the car the check on Charlie, he was still breathing, and then proceeded to walk down the road in the direction they were going in the first place.
He checked the phone every few minutes and after half an hour of walking and seeing no cars what so ever. He got reception.
"Yes!" He says excitedly with a huge grin on his face.
He dialled '000.'
"Ambulance please," He said into the small device.
"Alright, where are you?" Said the voice on the end of the phone.
"Umm. see I don't exactly know," Guy says, forgetting his bloodied hand and scratching the back of his head with it, getting blood all through his golden hair.
"Well, I'm afraid that I can not help you unless you can tell me where you are, I'm sorry." The voice says, annoyingly.
"Umm. well there's trees, lots of trees, all over the place, umm. they're green?" Guy says, unsure of the response.
"That's all there is, just trees?" The voice says.
Guy looks around searching for something more significant, "well, I haven't seen a car in the last hour." He says hopefully.
"That doesn't help, look, what is the last building that you remember seeing?" The voice asks.
"Umm. oh wait, the pub, umm. Esso it was called." Guy said, "Does that help?" He asked.
"Yes, yes it does, I'm sure you are on the road to the pass, have you been over a small mountain yet?" It asked.
"Yes, about 10 minutes before the accident."
"Alright, just hang on and we'll send someone as soon as we can," it says and hangs up.
Guy turned around and started back to the car.
In the Ambulance on the way to the hospital - Charlie is lying on the stretcher bed looking pretty bad and guy is asleep leaning against the back of the ambulance.
The ambulance stops fast, Guy goes flying forward, hitting his head hard against some equipment, not helping the gash that is already across his cheek.
A paramedic opens the doors, another comes and they both grab the stretcher bed and rush Charlie to the emergency room.
They reminded Guy of the little beavers that always come out in cartoons.
He giggled slightly to himself, sounding somewhat like a little boy.
"It's your turn son," says a much older paramedic looking at Guy and holding out his hand for him.
Guy stood up carefully and made his dizzy way inside.
1-hour later-
Guy, Charlie's mother and Coach Bombay are in one of the halls of the hospital. Bombay has his arm around Charlie's mother comfortingly, both of them looking incredibly distressed, Guy, a little delirious, is sitting next to Bombay laughing silently at his feet, with six stiches on his face, going down from just underneath his right temple curving slightly to stop in the middle of his cheek.
Bombay gives him a look and he stops laughing.
"Sorry," Guy says, ducking his head slightly.
A doctor walks up to them, Charlie's mum and Bombay stand up, Guy follows and stands too. The doctor bows his head then looks to Charlie's mum,
"I'm sorry," He said, "We couldn't save him."
Charlie's mum fell to her knees.
Guy glared at the doctor, shocked, 'Charlie, you fool,' he thought.
Wednesday- At the ice rink
"Okay, take a knee," says Bombay standing in the middle of the rink.
All the ducks (excluding Charlie) went on one knee around him.
'Oh, he's going to tell them,' Guy thought, lowering his head.
"Congratulations on getting into the school, and as a gift and a sign for the New Year, I've got some new jersey's for you!" Bombay said smiling, he looked to Guy. Guy was glaring at him.
'He should have told them, was wrong with him?' He thought.
"Where is Charlie?" Asks Goldberg.
"Umm. he couldn't make it," says Bombay looking to the ice.
"So where are the jersey's?" Asks an impatient Mendoza.
"They're in the change rooms," says Bombay showing with his hand.
They all rushed off to the rooms, but Guy and Bombay went slowly.
"Why didn't you tell them?" Guy says loudly, to Bombay.
"I didn't have the heart, but I will tell them okay?" Says Bombay, watching the glare that Guy is giving him.
"You'd better, it's unfair not to tell them," says Guy and hurries off to join the rest.
In the change rooms-
The box of jerseys has been pulled apart by the time Bombay reaches the room.
The jerseys are black, with white numbers and a white duck sign on the front. Everyone has put their's on and they look great.
"Sit down everyone. I have some bad news," Bombay says when he enters the room, a sad look coming over his face.
"What do we do with Charlie's jersey?" Averman says.
"Shut up Averman," Says Connie.
"You all know, that last night Guy was in an accident," Says Bombay.
"Yeah, the stitches are just a little bit obvious, but he's fine," says Fulton.
"Yes, well, Charlie was with him and. he. didn't make it," Bombay says struggling to control his voice.
Guy got up and hugged Bombay; everyone else in the room was silent, except for Goldberg's heavy breathing.
Dean Portman was the first to say or do anything; he smashed his fist hard into one of the metal lockers and walked out briskly.
Guy looked at everyone they looked at him.
"I'm sorry we couldn't see it dude," Fulton said as he got up and hugged Guy lightly.
"Charlie," Goldberg says, disbelievingly.
Friday-2 days later- the funeral.
Everyone who was a duck and still is a duck is there, as well as, Charlie's family, other friends and Bombay.
Bombay is delivering the elegy. There is barely a dry eye to be found.
The funeral is beautiful, the casket is white and it is covered with flowers and has 4 different jerseys on it, the green ducks one, the team U.S.A one, the white ducks one and the new black ducks one.
The funeral is over and everyone is standing around with coffee and orange juice, comforting each other.
Bombay yells out,
"Hey,"
Everyone turns in his direction.
"I have an announcement for the ducks," He says, "I know it's real soon but I think we should start training for this year, maybe in a few weeks."
"Training? Are you sure?" Says Fulton, "I mean I don't know about you guys, but I don't think it seems right without Charlie as our captain."
"Come on Bash Brother, it's for Charlie now, we can't stop," Says Portman.
"Yeah, for Charlie," says Averman.
"For Charlie," Guy says raising his coffee to the air.
Everyone smiles,
"For Charlie," They repeat in unison.