Disclaimer: Sorry I forgot I don't own any of these characters although I wish I owed at least Lars tear oh well here we go

The next morning I was up early as usual, I love the morning it's so peaceful it's like the world is waking up; it's the cold water of the ocean lapping its water to the high spot of the beach before it starts to slowly sink into the sea. Yup I love mornings. I couldn't go for a swim today though. I had to play Hockey. I really liked Hockey. I really didn't like losing to my brother, or that Rocket Dork. So I played hard and squashed them I even scored the first goal and then it happened, in the middle of one of Otto's stupid plays. Pi snakes Twister. Poor Twister lands on his bad leg before falling to the ground. I was sure it was ok so I gathered my team and watched as Twister tried to stand.

"This is bad Otto," Reggie says looking at Twister lovingly. grrr that made me mad but Twister did look bad.

"Can you play?" Otto asks more hoping then wondering.

"Does he look like he can play?" Reggie snaps as Twister whimpers in pain.

"Well if he can't we lose. So he's going to have to play!" Otto yells putting his team before his bro what an idiot.

"Ha, Ha look at the munchkins fighting," Pi says laughing.

Sputz grins, "We aren't going to let you live this one down."

"Oh yeah well when we win," Otto sizes them up skating over Reggie backs him up and even Sam comes out of the goal to stick up for Twister and the team. Man! I wish my friends were that cool. I just backed up and let my gang do all the fighting for me. Then Twister whimpers again, but I don't think anyone else heard him, and I think, I'm glad because he was near tears.

I skated over to him as my brotherly instincts kicked in, "You ok," I kneeled next to him and blocked the sounds of our gangs' fighting out.

"No..." He looks up in pain, poor kid. I could believe it seeing how bad he looked.

"You'll be fine, come on," I encouraged standing up and then reaching my hand out.

"It's my leg you know what the doctor said what if I can't play sports again?" Twister now looks more worried, then hurt.

"Urggh then I'll give up sports to hang out with you," I say still holding out my hand.

Twister shakes his head; "It hurts too bad." I kneel back down, and move his green pants aside; it was thrashed bad. I wrap my arms around him to pick him up. I stand up turning back to our gangs who have stopped fighting and have been watching my gestures to my brother. I don't think their mouths could have gotten lower.

"Good game, Rocket," I say, looking down at Twister who I have in my arms and is lighter then I thought, "Lets get you to a hospital ok bro?" He nods and leans his head on my arm like a baby seeking protection in its mother. "It will be ok." I skate towards the hospital not looking back at the guys if it had been an official game they would have had ambulances already there, but it wasn't and so I had to carry him the whole way. I believe Otto, Reggie, and Sam followed at a distance, Twister didn't say anything, but he clung tighter to me as we went. I skated right into the lobby and laid him down on one of the couches making sure his leg was propped up before turning to his friends. I wanted to be nice about it I really did but it came out wrong, "Rocket, go tell my Mom and Dad."

"No way, I'm staying with my bro," Otto says.

He's so difficult! So I grab him by the shirt, "Go tell them now or you're going to be the one who needs a hospital," I letting go and he dashes off.

Reggie walks over to Twister and looks at him, "It will be ok Twist." Twister doesn't response I guess he was in too much of a shock or maybe it just hurt too much.

I went up to the front desk. Asked for a doctor and they had the nerve to say, "Are you 18?" I rolled my eyes they knew I wasn't 18, so why did they ask.

"My brother needs a doctor he busted his leg so please," I try to act cool but they were ticking me off.

"Sorry he needs a parent with him," she says.

"So you're telling me if I said he was dying he'd have to wait for his parents!" This was unreasonable.

"Yes and if you don't lower your voice then I'll have to remove you," She says, "Plus we have to make sure you have insurance."

"Insurance! Well lets see if yours pays for broken bones," I says ready to womp something but someone grabs my hand and I look over to see Reggie.

"We don't need a fight, Lars," Reggie says looking me straight in the eyes.

"But Twister," I say looking back at him.

"He's ok for now," Reggie says as my fist relaxes at her touch and I follow her back over to Twister who looks worse.

"Poor Twist," Sam says.

"Squid, why don't you go get Ray," Reggie says, "He can get Twister in fast because he's closer."

"He's not Twister's parent," I say.

"Yeah but we've all gotten hurt enough that your parents and Sam's mom and my Dad have all signed agreements, that allow them to get all of us medical care if needed," Reggie says as Sam leaves.

Reggie pulls her chair closer to Twister and rubs his head. Oh I saw what this was she just wanted Sam to leave so they could be alone. But right now Reggie wasn't what I was worried about. I started pacing and I watched as Reggie tried to comfort Twister but he seemed like he was in too much pain to even hear her. "Twister," Reggie whispers but Twister just whimpers I'm not sure if he was trying to respond that way or if he was just in pain. It caused my brotherly instincts to come into play again, I walked over to him and checked out his leg again then I realized both he and Reggie were looking at me, "What does Dr. Lars Rodriguez predict?"

"Oh uh I'm not a doctor," I say standing back up their eyes follow me. Twister looks like he needs me to lie and says it going to be fine, but I don't want to say that and then it not happen, "I don't know Twister it looks bad."

"Reggie," Twister looks at her for her opinion.

She looks back at him and lies; "It will be fine, I promise, you'll be playing hockey in no time."

Twister then looks back at me, "I don't think so," he says. He could always read me like a book when I had these instincts.

"I'm going to womp Pi for this," I say remembering that it was his fault. Twister grins he liked when I stuck up for him.

Ray, Tito, and, Sam come in I back away as Ray checks out what happened. Reggie explains that we were just playing hockey and that Twister fell on his bad leg. Ray glances to me. I knew then that I'd get blamed for this! That was until Twister said, "It wasn't his fault. Urggh! My leg!" Then Ray turned his glance away from me, he went to the front desk, and whispered something and right away they had someone on it.

"I'm sorry only family is allowed in," the doctor said I realized that they were operating, but Twister seemed like he had no clue as he lay on the bed, that the nurse had brought him. Everyone just stood there for a second and I realized they were waiting for me to say if I was going or not. I didn't say anything as I followed. I didn't want Twister to be alone. I watched in the background as they worked on him at some point Mom and Dad came in and left and came in and left. I think it was hard for them to watch but I just kept watching.

Then I followed them back to the recovery room, they made for him to stay the night, in fact it was night, and I was told that everyone had left even my parents. I was confused. Why I was here and they weren't? I realized soon, that they weren't here because I was. They said I could sleep in the bed next to his, but I didn't. I pulled out a harmonic and played. I had learned a while back and I remembered that Twister always liked the sound so I played and played and played. Until the sky started to turn a little blue color with a hint of red in it, I knew it had to be near dawn. As Twister opened his eyes he looked confused and scared. I started to play again and he looked over at me, but I didn't stop until I was done, and he didn't stop me.

"Where am I?" he finally said when I had finished.

"The hospital, remember?" I said forgetting how much Twister bugged me for the moment, and acted as if I was his friend, and right then I was his friend.

"Oh yeah my leg," Twister says, "Ahhh!"

I look over to him, "What's the matter?"

"I can't feel my leg did they cut it off," he asks stupidly I realized he couldn't actually see his leg due to the many sheets on him. So I stood up, pushed them back, and showed him. He looked at it in disgust, it was black, blue, and scared with stitches. Then I explained everything to him I don't thing Mom and Dad were planning to, but I felt he had a right to know. What was going on. It was his leg and everything. He listened to the whole thing constantly looking at his knee and then looking away, "Sports?"

He had to ask. I didn't even think he really liked sports. He just liked hanging out with Otto; and Otto liked sports but it sure seemed like it now, "You have to take a break at least 6 months, then maybe, but you'll have to take it slow."

He frowns and lays his head back; "Will you be there?"

"What?" I say.

"You said that if I couldn't play sports you wouldn't so are you going to take a break too?" He looks at me pleading. I didn't know why I was being nice to him, but what the heck. If I wasn't doing sports I could find something else to do. It gave me more time to work on Reggie.

"Sure," I nod, "the whole time if it's forever then it's forever."

"Cool," Twister says closing his eyes again and drifting back to sleep. I sit back on the bed I was using. I watched him sleep. It was something I did. I watched things, mostly when no one was watching me. Soon I heard the hospital come alive; people passed by mostly patients, I supposed. Right at seven, Mom and Dad were in. Talking about what they were going to do about Twister, I only half-listened. Around eight Sam, Otto, and Reggie came in although, Twister was still asleep, and I pulled out my harmonic and started playing again. Around nine everyone went to the cafeteria for breakfast, but not me. I was still on my fast, so I continued to play. Then I realized Twister was watching me. I stopped as Otto, Reggie, and Sam came back in with food.

"Glad you're up bro," Otto says tossing a muffin at him.

"Oh how long have you been here?" Twister asks.

"About an hour," Sam says sitting down in a chair.

Twister looks like he feels bad, "I can't play sports or go to New Zealand or anything."

"Its ok Twist," Reggie said, "We wouldn't go without you."

"You have to," Twister says, "You have to go back, Lars will take my place."

"Lars!" Otto, Reggie, and Sam say.

"Me!" I say Otto, Reggie, and Sam jump, I guess they hadn't noticed me.

"Yeah please bro," Twister begs knowing now is the only time I'd agree to something like this.

"But he could beat me," Otto says.

"He'll be a good teammate and then Mom will let me go to watch," Twister said not knowing that since he had not asked.

"No way. There is no way I'm doing it, no way, I'm already giving up enough for you," I say, shaking my head.