Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Mighty Ducks, Disney does. Everybody knows that. I'm just borrowing them, ok? So don't go getting mad and trying to sue me, because you won't get much from me, I can tell you that right now. Be a big waste of time really. (Oh man, I sound like some telemarketing machine, don't I?)

Author's Note: This is my first Mighty Ducks fanfiction, so please be gentle. But I DO want some kind of feedback, so send me some reviews. They are read and appreciated you know. Anyway, I hope you like my story...

Chapter 5-Hospital Panics

"That entire ride to the hospital was nothing but a blur to me. I can still remember the looks on the paramedics and my parents' faces. They were so sad, so full of worry. And me, I was just plain petrified. I wasn't sure exactly what had happened or what was even going on. The whole thing was all a bit too complicated for a five-year-old to understand completely anyway. I remember seeing my tiny, newly born brother being tended to in the van. The doctors were swarming over him, so I really couldn't see Dive at all. Then, we got to the hospital. As soon as the car had stopped, we all jumped out and went rushing through the doors. The driver must have notified the hospital ahead of time, because as soon as we got there, there were doctors already waiting. They loaded Dive on to a stretcher and took off down a hall. Mom went with them, while dad stayed behind with me. Then, as quickly as we had arrived at the hospital, the doctors, mom, and my only sibling were gone behind two swinging doors."

Once more, Wildwing took the moment to pause.

"Bro..." started Nosedive.

"I didn't know what was going on, Dive. It was all happening so fast. One minute you're sitting at the top of the stairs, then, unconscious in a pool of your own blood, then, being rolled away in a state of near-death on a stretcher." He sighed. "It all must have been too much for me, because just then my world went black. Later, I remember waking up to find myself lying in a hospital bed. I know now, that I must have fainted, but at the time, I wasn't much sure of anything, namely what had happened to me or what I was doing in a hospital bed."

"You must have gone into shock," Tanya interrupted politely, "That's why you lost consciousness. I mean, going through all of that certainly is hard on adults. But, for a five-year-old, it must have been murder."

"I know that now," said Wing, "But anyway, back to my story..."

Wildwing's head was killing him. It must have been one of the biggest headaches he ever had. And only having lived for five years, well that was saying a lot.

It wasn't long before realized that instead of the waiting room, he was now lying in a bed in a private hospital room.

'How did I get here?' he thought, 'What happened? I wonder how Dive is? Oh no! Nosedive!'

At that moment, the young duck began to hear voices coming from the door. Carefully, he turned his head towards the sounds. As his eyes adjusted to the light coming from the hall, Wing saw his parents talking to a group of doctors. At first, he thought they were talking about him. They were saying something about a really deep cut on the back of someone's head and how they almost lost them due to a loss of blood. But now, they were more worried about any permanent brain damage or something like that. This all seemed a little confusing to Wildwing, so he began to listen in closer. It was then that he discovered that the grown-ups were really talking about Nosedive and not Wildwing. At the hearing of his brother's name, Wing snapped wide awake.

"Nosedive! What about Nosedive?!" yelled Wildwing, as he jumped off the bed, and ran over to the adults.

"Wildwing, what are you doing out of bed? You should be lying down," said Wing's dad, Mr. Flashblade.

"I'm fine dad, but how's Nosedive? Is he ok?"

"Wildwing, sweetie, the doctors aren't sure if he's going to make it," Wing's mom said calmly. She crouched down, looking her oldest son right in the eyes, as she held him in her arms. "They've done all they can. Only time will tell now."

"No, no, not Dive!" screamed Wing, "This isn't fair! He can't die! He's only a baby! It's all my fault!"

"Wildwing, honey-"

"NO!!!!!" Wing shrieked, cutting off his mother. He pushed himself out of her arms. "I got to find him. I got to tell him 'I'm sorry'!" With that, he shoved his way past the grown-ups and sprinted out the door, and down the hall as fast as his little legs could carry him.

"Wildwing, come back here!" screamed Mr. Flashblade.

But, Wing didn't hear him. He was already halfway down the hall. He was on a mission. The duckling just had to find his little brother and apologize before it was too late. And right now, nothing else mattered.

Author's Note: I just love little kids on missions. They're so cute!