Author's Note: First off, I just want to thank everyone who reviewed. I'm
glad that you all enjoy what I have written. There are only two more
chapters (four and five) that are left and then my little story will be
over. There may be a sequel, but I'm not sure yet...anyway, I hope you enjoy
the ending. Review and let me know.
Chapter Four: Brothers
Fulton moved closer to his father. "Why are you here?"
"There is something that I need to tell you," he answered. "Maybe you had better sit down. And maybe the team should go and wait someplace else."
"No. I want them here. They can listen to whatever it is that you have to tell me."
Sitting down, everyone listened as Fulton's father explained. He was not only Fulton's father, but Guy's as well and that he was there to see if he matched Guy's blood type. When Fulton questioned this, he looked back to Guy's mother, to see if his father was telling the truth.
She nodded. "You and Guy are brothers," she said quietly.
Fulton stood, angered. "I can't believe you didn't tell me! I had a right to know, didn't I, that he was my brother?"
"Fulton, honey, calm down," his mother told him, moving toward him, reaching out.
He moved away, flinching. "Don't touch me! Both of you leave me alone!" He turned and left the hospital.
The Ducks were speechless. Averman, trying to make light of a dark situation, looked over at Russ.
"You know, I always thought they looked alike."
Charlie asked Fulton's father if he was a match. The answer came in the form of a shaking head. It was then asked what would happen if Guy didn't get the transfusion.
"He's lost so much blood..." Guy's mother trailed off. She did not want to think about what would happen.
Making sure no one was watching, Connie stood silently and left the group. Walking outside, she found Fulton pacing. He turned and looked at her. She saw that he had been crying; crying in frustration, crying in anger, crying in sadness.
"What do you want?" he asked, wiping away at the tears.
"To see if you were okay."
"Well, I'm not. It's one thing to learn that one of your best friends is in the hospital, it's another to learn that he's really your younger brother." Fulton sighed and took a seat next to Connie. "I can't believe they didn't tell me."
"I think they were just trying to protect the both of you. I don't think either of your parents wanted this to happen."
Fulton shook his head and looked away. "It's just that...I mean...he's my brother."
"And he needs you."
"What do you mean?" Fulton asked.
"Your father said that he didn't match Guy's blood type and if Guy doesn't get a transfusion soon..." Connie stopped as she began to cry. 'Oh god, Fulton, I can't lose him. Not like this. I know that you are upset and you have every right to be, but even though he is your brother, he is still your friend. And when a friend needs you, you are there for them. Guy needs you now. You have to help him. Please."
Standing, Fulton held out his hand for Connie to take. "What do I have to do?"
Taking his hand, she smiled and walked with him inside.
Chapter Four: Brothers
Fulton moved closer to his father. "Why are you here?"
"There is something that I need to tell you," he answered. "Maybe you had better sit down. And maybe the team should go and wait someplace else."
"No. I want them here. They can listen to whatever it is that you have to tell me."
Sitting down, everyone listened as Fulton's father explained. He was not only Fulton's father, but Guy's as well and that he was there to see if he matched Guy's blood type. When Fulton questioned this, he looked back to Guy's mother, to see if his father was telling the truth.
She nodded. "You and Guy are brothers," she said quietly.
Fulton stood, angered. "I can't believe you didn't tell me! I had a right to know, didn't I, that he was my brother?"
"Fulton, honey, calm down," his mother told him, moving toward him, reaching out.
He moved away, flinching. "Don't touch me! Both of you leave me alone!" He turned and left the hospital.
The Ducks were speechless. Averman, trying to make light of a dark situation, looked over at Russ.
"You know, I always thought they looked alike."
Charlie asked Fulton's father if he was a match. The answer came in the form of a shaking head. It was then asked what would happen if Guy didn't get the transfusion.
"He's lost so much blood..." Guy's mother trailed off. She did not want to think about what would happen.
Making sure no one was watching, Connie stood silently and left the group. Walking outside, she found Fulton pacing. He turned and looked at her. She saw that he had been crying; crying in frustration, crying in anger, crying in sadness.
"What do you want?" he asked, wiping away at the tears.
"To see if you were okay."
"Well, I'm not. It's one thing to learn that one of your best friends is in the hospital, it's another to learn that he's really your younger brother." Fulton sighed and took a seat next to Connie. "I can't believe they didn't tell me."
"I think they were just trying to protect the both of you. I don't think either of your parents wanted this to happen."
Fulton shook his head and looked away. "It's just that...I mean...he's my brother."
"And he needs you."
"What do you mean?" Fulton asked.
"Your father said that he didn't match Guy's blood type and if Guy doesn't get a transfusion soon..." Connie stopped as she began to cry. 'Oh god, Fulton, I can't lose him. Not like this. I know that you are upset and you have every right to be, but even though he is your brother, he is still your friend. And when a friend needs you, you are there for them. Guy needs you now. You have to help him. Please."
Standing, Fulton held out his hand for Connie to take. "What do I have to do?"
Taking his hand, she smiled and walked with him inside.
