The Disbanded: Divided We Stand-Chapter 26
By MyNameIsCAB
---Fang's POV---
I scratched the backs of my wrists, hoping the tingling sensation would go away. We were getting ready to go out for lunch before heading over to the circus.
"Hey, it's me, Cal," Cal said, knocking on the door.
Sighing, I wheeled over to the door and opened it. She waved an envelope in front of my face and I grabbed it.
"You're welcome," she said, smiling.
"Fang, who's at…Hey, Cal!" Max said, walking out of the bathroom.
I opened the envelope. The return address was from Dr. Guerra's hospital. Inside was the prescription.
"Oh, it came," Max exclaimed. "We should go get your meds before lunch."
"That's what Ted said," Cal said. "He's waiting in the lobby with Mike and Eli."
We entered the pharmacy down the street from the hotel. I wheeled to the counter and placed the prescription paper on the counter. The pharmacist read it and frowned. "Anything written by Dr. Guerra is not accepted for his criminal acts. I'm sorry, sir."
"What do you mean not accepted?" I questioned.
The pharmacist handed me a newspaper. "Dr. Guerra was arrested and made headline news. He's been writing prescriptions to a gang that doesn't need any of the medications. He's been supplying a gang that makes drugs."
I crumpled up the paper that was now useless. "You're kidding."
"No, read the paper," the pharmacist said. "I'm sorry."
"I need my medication," I said. "How am I supposed to get them? I suffer from depression!"
"Fang, calm down," I heard Max whispered behind me.
"You'll have to contact the hospital where Dr. Guerra es. Since the hospital didn't put you on the list of patients that need their medications filled," the pharmacist sighed.
I pulled out my cell phone and dialed the hospital. "Hi, it's Nick Markakis."
"Hello, Nick." It was Nurse Jenkins. "You're calling about your prescription, right?"
"Yea, I am," I answered, trying to sound calm.
"I don't know if you remember Dr. Ron Carter, but he's still going through Guerra's list. We just wrote your prescription out again and it's being sent to you on overnight mail service," Nurse Jenkins explained.
"Thanks," I said, feeling a little relieved.
"No problem, Nick," the nurse replied.
"Okay, bye now."
"Bye, Nick."
"So I guess I'll you later," the pharmacist said. "I really am sorry."
I looked up at her. "No, it's okay. Don't worry about it."
---Max's POV---
Fang's sour mood continued throughout lunch. He didn't eat much. Maybe just a couple of French fries. That was it. It was like he had just suddenly lost his appetite. I didn't dare say anything to him about it though. Neither did anyone else.
But when we finally reached the circus at the boardwalk, he seemed to have lightened up a bit. There was a man with a mustache, standing by the entrance.
"Welcome," he smiled.
"Hi, do you know where we can find Blind Jeff the Amazing?" I asked.
The man frowned. "I'm afraid he's left with personal family issues."
"That's not Iggy," Fang murmured. "Doesn't have a family to have issues with."
"Oh, all right then," Cal sighed. "Thank you though."
---Iggy's POV---
It took a while to find Dr. Martinez and Ella. They were still at the same house running their same routine. After all, I had to find that smell of chocolate chip cooks that Dr. M used to make. But there was no sign of the others in the flock. I was at least hoping to see Max and Fang. They must still have been together after I flew away from the hospital. When I had returned a couple weeks later to that hospital. Fang had already been discharged.
Maybe I'd stay around for a couple of days and observe Ella and Dr. M. But now a sense of dread hit me. I had left for nothing, chasing false hope. Max wasn't here. I was still all alone.
There was no point of making contact with Dr. Martinez or Ella. They would ask me where the others were and what was I supposed to tell them? I wasn't going to say that Fang, Nudge, and Angel could be possibly dead. I wasn't going to bother them with worries. I didn't even know if they knew that we were still alive. Maybe Max was still in contact with them, but probably not. I just had a feeling about that.
Ella was coming out of the house. Oh how I wished I could talk to her right now. I flew down from my tree and landed in front of her. She gasped and I put one finger up to my lips.
"Iggy, is that you?" she whispered.
I nodded. "Don't tell your mom."
I couldn't see her, but she answered. "I won't."
