Author's Note: Here it is, the end of my little story. One of the reasons
I made Guy and Fulton brothers is because they are brothers in real life
(something not every Mighty Duck fan knows, though most do). Please
review.
Chapter Five: Everything is Going to be Okay (Part Two)
It just so happens that Fulton was a perfect match and he willing gave blood to save the life of his brother. Fulton went to his parents and listened as they talked to him about why they had made the decision that they had. He understood and asked to be forgiven for the way he had acted. His parents told him that they were the ones who needed forgiveness.
Though Guy had had the blood transfusion, he was still not out of the woods yet. He had taken a pretty bad beating in the crash and there was going to be a rough road ahead for him. His left leg had been broken, his left wrist fractured and he had a few bruised ribs. As for head injuries, the doctors said that Guy was lucky in only having suffered a concussion.
The doctors told both Coach Orion and Bombay that it would be a while before Guy would skate, let alone play hockey. All of the Ducks told Guy's parents that they would be there to help him through his rehabilitation. They wanted Guy to know that he was not alone.
They all had to wait, though, for one thing. Guy to wake up.
Everyone spent time with Guy in his room. It was hard, though, seeing him lay there so helpless and not being able to do anything to help him. But they still talked to him; let him know that school was off for break and that he was missing his free vacation time. Or complained to him that they still did not know what to get their family for Christmas (which was right around the corner). More importantly, they told him to get better, to open his eyes and come back.
Guy's mother sat by her son's side day and night. Never leaving him. She held his hand and prayed to God that He didn't take her son. He was too young and had too much going for him. Besides, she didn't know if she would be able to handle it. Yes, she had a second son who was letting her into his heart, but he would not make up for the son she had raise, loved and lost.
Guy's father begged to be forgiven every time he sat with his son. He hadn't expected after all the years of not knowing him to finally get to see his grown son lying in a hospital bed. Explanations were given for why he was never there, and he told his son that he did love him. That no matter where he was that Guy had never been forgotten and had always been loved.
Connie asked to be forgiven too. She told Guy that she was sorry for the way she treated him and that, even though they were not together, that she still loved him.
"I only hope that there will still be room in your heart for me, when you wake up," she would tell him. "I never meant to hurt you. Never."
The other Ducks only spent a few minutes with him every so often. None of them were quite sure what to say, other than to get better and that he was needed on the team and that nothing would be the same if he wasn't there.
"It won't be the same without you there," Ken said.
"Yeah, you're not that bad of a player, so I guess we do kinda need you," Luis said sarcastically.
It had been almost twp weeks and there had still been no change. No one had given up hope. Guy was strong; he would pull through. They all tried to stay positive, but the doctors were not being too reassuring.
It was late one night when Fulton entered Guy's room. Their mother and father had left to catch a bite to eat, so Fulton felt like it would be a good time to pay a visit. He pulled a chair close and sat by his brother's side.
Brother.
The thought still seemed so strange. Fulton had never though of himself as an older brother. He didn't even know what they were supposed to do. Doubts ran through his mind. Was he even going to be a good big brother?
"I hope I do okay," he told Guy. He had mentioned to Guy during one of his previous visits that they were brothers. "Or, really, I hope you are okay. You know, you are really starting to worry everyone. I know you're going to make it, as does everyone else...it's just that, we all have that feeling in the pits of our stomachs..."
Fulton sighed. He placed his elbows on Guy's bed and rested his head in his hands.
"You just have to get better. Not just for your mom-our mom-but for dad and the team. We need you. We need to know that you are going to be okay."
As Fulton spoke, he felt something brush against his arm. Looking down, he saw Guy's hand; slowly flexing it's fingers. Sitting up straight, Fulton looked at Guy. He was struggling to open his eyes. Slowly, they opened, and Guy looked sleepily at Fulton.
"Hey," Fulton said, smiling. "We were starting to worry about you."
Opening his mouth, Guy whispered something to Fulton, for it was all the voice he had."
"Everything is going to be okay."
Chapter Five: Everything is Going to be Okay (Part Two)
It just so happens that Fulton was a perfect match and he willing gave blood to save the life of his brother. Fulton went to his parents and listened as they talked to him about why they had made the decision that they had. He understood and asked to be forgiven for the way he had acted. His parents told him that they were the ones who needed forgiveness.
Though Guy had had the blood transfusion, he was still not out of the woods yet. He had taken a pretty bad beating in the crash and there was going to be a rough road ahead for him. His left leg had been broken, his left wrist fractured and he had a few bruised ribs. As for head injuries, the doctors said that Guy was lucky in only having suffered a concussion.
The doctors told both Coach Orion and Bombay that it would be a while before Guy would skate, let alone play hockey. All of the Ducks told Guy's parents that they would be there to help him through his rehabilitation. They wanted Guy to know that he was not alone.
They all had to wait, though, for one thing. Guy to wake up.
Everyone spent time with Guy in his room. It was hard, though, seeing him lay there so helpless and not being able to do anything to help him. But they still talked to him; let him know that school was off for break and that he was missing his free vacation time. Or complained to him that they still did not know what to get their family for Christmas (which was right around the corner). More importantly, they told him to get better, to open his eyes and come back.
Guy's mother sat by her son's side day and night. Never leaving him. She held his hand and prayed to God that He didn't take her son. He was too young and had too much going for him. Besides, she didn't know if she would be able to handle it. Yes, she had a second son who was letting her into his heart, but he would not make up for the son she had raise, loved and lost.
Guy's father begged to be forgiven every time he sat with his son. He hadn't expected after all the years of not knowing him to finally get to see his grown son lying in a hospital bed. Explanations were given for why he was never there, and he told his son that he did love him. That no matter where he was that Guy had never been forgotten and had always been loved.
Connie asked to be forgiven too. She told Guy that she was sorry for the way she treated him and that, even though they were not together, that she still loved him.
"I only hope that there will still be room in your heart for me, when you wake up," she would tell him. "I never meant to hurt you. Never."
The other Ducks only spent a few minutes with him every so often. None of them were quite sure what to say, other than to get better and that he was needed on the team and that nothing would be the same if he wasn't there.
"It won't be the same without you there," Ken said.
"Yeah, you're not that bad of a player, so I guess we do kinda need you," Luis said sarcastically.
It had been almost twp weeks and there had still been no change. No one had given up hope. Guy was strong; he would pull through. They all tried to stay positive, but the doctors were not being too reassuring.
It was late one night when Fulton entered Guy's room. Their mother and father had left to catch a bite to eat, so Fulton felt like it would be a good time to pay a visit. He pulled a chair close and sat by his brother's side.
Brother.
The thought still seemed so strange. Fulton had never though of himself as an older brother. He didn't even know what they were supposed to do. Doubts ran through his mind. Was he even going to be a good big brother?
"I hope I do okay," he told Guy. He had mentioned to Guy during one of his previous visits that they were brothers. "Or, really, I hope you are okay. You know, you are really starting to worry everyone. I know you're going to make it, as does everyone else...it's just that, we all have that feeling in the pits of our stomachs..."
Fulton sighed. He placed his elbows on Guy's bed and rested his head in his hands.
"You just have to get better. Not just for your mom-our mom-but for dad and the team. We need you. We need to know that you are going to be okay."
As Fulton spoke, he felt something brush against his arm. Looking down, he saw Guy's hand; slowly flexing it's fingers. Sitting up straight, Fulton looked at Guy. He was struggling to open his eyes. Slowly, they opened, and Guy looked sleepily at Fulton.
"Hey," Fulton said, smiling. "We were starting to worry about you."
Opening his mouth, Guy whispered something to Fulton, for it was all the voice he had."
"Everything is going to be okay."
