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 9-Death

And that's just what Wing did. He prayed as hard as he could.

'Please, someone please help Dive,' he prayed, 'Help my little brother get better. Let him be ok. Don't let him die. Dive can't die. He just can't! Please know how sorry I am. I'm so sorry Nosedive. If anyone can hear me, please let my baby bro' be ok.'

"Ah, all right guys, that's it," said the lead doctor.

"What, what's going on?" asked Wing, looking up from his silent prayer.

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do. He's gone."

"No!!!" screamed Wildwing. He leapt from his mother's arms and ran over to the table Nosedive was on. "No, Nosedive's not dead! He's alive, he's gonna' be ok! He's not dead! He's not..." Soon, Wildwing began to cry again.

Seeing how hard her son was taking all this, Mrs. Flashblade walked over and began to comfort him. "Shhh, it's all right sweetie," she said.

Wildwing looked up and saw tears sliding down his mom's face. "No mommy, it's not all right," Wing said, "Dive's gone and it's all my fault." He began crying into her shirt.

"What do you mean, 'all your fault'?" she asked, tears still streaming down her cheeks.

"I was the one who hurt Nosedive. I let him get hurt. If I had just left him in the crib, we wouldn't be here. Everyone would be still asleep back home, not here." He began to cry even harder.

"Now, now, we all make mistakes. You didn't know anything bad was going to happen."

"But it's still all my fault."

Mrs. Flashblade was at a loss for words. One of her sons was dead, while the other was convinced that his brother's death was all his fault.

"Now Wildwing, son," said Mr. Flashblade, as he came over, "We have to be strong. Don't worry, we'll get through this."

"But dad, I don't even know if Dive even forgave me. I told him how sorry I was. What if he never forgives me?" Wildwing's cheek feathers were now soaked with salty tears.

"I'm sure Dive forgives you," said Wing's dad, "He knows you didn't mean to hurt him."

"You really think so?"

"Sure."

"I can still say good-bye to him, right?" Wing looked from his mom to his dad.

"Of course you can," Mrs. Flashblade said. She lifted him up and held him over the lifeless duckling.

"Good-bye Nosedive. I'm really sorry. Please forgive me."

As Wing was lifted away, one solitary tear rolled off his beak. It fell through the air and landed on the edge of Nosedive's open bill. After hanging there for a few moments, it began to roll down Dive's tiny beak, until it finally disappeared into the baby's mouth.

Wildwing felt terrible, horrible. He could feel his insides being ripped apart and he was sure that his heart was completely broken in half. In a way, he knew that a part of him had died on that table along with his brother.

Wing was just about to start crying again, when he heard it. Had he really? He was sure of it. His ears told him no, but his heart said yes.

"Mommy wait!" he yelled.

"What is it honey?" asked his mother through tear-stricken eyes.

"I have to go back."

"Go back where?"

"I have to go back to Dive."

"But why, he's gone Wildwing."

"No momma, he's not. I just know it." With that, he leaped out of Mrs. Flashblade's arms once more and scrambled back into the ER room.

"Wildwing..." said Mr. Flashblade, "Dear, what's going on?"

"I don't know. I guess he's just having a hard time accepting all this. I suppose I am too." Soon, the female duck was crying again.

"There, there..." said her husband, taking her quietly in his own arms, "We'll get through this. We always do."

"Oh honey, how did this happen? How? I just can't believe all this is really happening."

"I know, I know. I can't believe it either. But we have to be strong. For our kids, both of them."

They stood there, comforting each other in the hallway; until Wildwing's frantic voice interrupted their embrace. "Mom, dad, come here, quick!"

"I guess we'd better go get Wildwing," Mr. Flashblade said, "The sooner we leave, the better."

"I suppose you're right," remarked his wife.

Both were so stricken with grief that they had failed to recognize the urgency of Wing's voice. They both turned and began to head back into the ER room.

Author's Note: Oh, I just love a good cliffhanger! What's going to happen? What does Wildwing mean?