Hey, it's the SunlitDarkness here with my very first fan fiction! And now I have to disclaim. Great. OK, . There. Done. ~Translation~ I don't own the Warners or any of WB's other cartoons that I may possibly mention.

Now, please enjoy and don't get horribly mad.

"It'll be okay Dot. They've come through worse."

Dot looked carefully at Hello Nurse. She looked tired and worn out, maybe from the rigorous filming of Animainiacs or possibly from her own social life. Dot didn't know nor could she puzzle it out. There was only so much room in her head, and right now it was filled. All of it for her brothers who were in the ambulance ahead of them.

It had just been a harmless game of tag. Dot gritted her teeth as she forced herself to consider all views. Okay, so maybe it was their own fault that this happened since they had left the lot. But it had been just by chance that Wakko had run into the street away from Yakko. She shuddered as her mind replayed how a car had hit Yakko as he shoved the younger Warner brother clear. However, the path 'clear' was, happened to that of a truck from the other direction.

"Stupid cars," Dot mumbled.

Hello Nurse glanced at her sympathetically. "I meant what I said Dot. They'll make it through. Maybe with a few bumps, scuffs, and bruises, but they'll be there. Now though, I have to admit that it may be a while before we start shooting the 100th episode."

Dot shrugged off the consolations and sat in silence until the looming building of a hospital was before her.

Yakko shifted. His leg was alive in a dull throbbing pain. Not enough to warrant a scream or any verbal outburst, but definitely it was enough to dispel the black pleasure of being unconscious. It was that pain that woke him, but the crying was the first thing Yakko became aware of. Forcing his eyes open, he was blinded by the stunning lack of color.

"Oh, this is not faboo," he muttered hoping to draw some sound from the family he knew would be there. "I'm either in the hospital or the asylum, cause heaven's not supposed to hurt." He was pleased to hear slight giggles as his siblings drew near.

"Like you'd go there anyways," Dot snorted. "You be lucky if they let you leave." Yakko looked at her and frowned. There was only one sibling beside him. She misinterpreted his expression and giggled again. "You know it's true. The way you act, there's bound to some punishment."

"I'm not gonna press this right now, but I won't forget it. But anyway, I'm seeing just you. Our brother sibling has decided not to show? Is he afraid I'll be mad? Cause I'm not. I just feel broken." He realized now how true that statement was. His left leg was wrapped in a bright red cast from the hip down. Being who he was, Yakko briefly wondered how they had gotten him into the hospital gown and the cast on. On that track of thoughts, he also wondered if it had been a girl doctor: he hoped so. Looking back down, he groaned; this was not the best way to start your day. "Why isn't it pink? You were the only one here to pick the color."

Dot's eyes grew and filled with tears. "I thought Wakko would like it. But I couldn't ask because they haven't let me see him, only you." She trailed off, determined not to cry again.

"Okay then, so the crazy germ phobic doctors haven't let him in my room? That's probably smart on their part. But I would still enjoy it if he could be here."

Yakko noticed that Dot was obviously attempting to hide something. A very strong emotion it seemed. He felt smugness warm him. Apparently he was that important. Dot attempted to continue to hide. "Yakko," she choked out, panic filling her eyes, "They haven't let me see Wakko. He's here, but in his own room. One that I can't go in."

Yakko felt every inch of warmth drain from him. He shivered as a cold dread and terror crept in its stead. "Dot, did something happen to Wakko?" he willed her silently not to answer. Deep inside he had a thought but that thought could never be a fact that he would accept. At least, he wouldn't without hard evidence and some serious counseling and therapy.

"Glad to see you're up," a new voice stated. Both Warner siblings jumped at the strange voice whose owner had crept up on them. Looking over, Yakko saw a man that was clearly a doctor. He groaned, why couldn't it be lady doctor? They explained things so simply that he didn't have to pay attention. To their words anyway.

"May I see Wakko now?" Dot's voice was pleading. She's laying the 'cute' on pretty thick Yakko noticed. "This is the third time you've been in here! Please let me see him, I need to know he's okay!" She shuddered, tears dripping down her face. Yakko felt his heart break as he watched her fur matte under the torrent.

The doctor shifted uneasily. He was obviously failing at resisting the full power of cuteness. "Well, yes. You may, both of you actually. However, your brother is…well it may be better for you to come to your own conclusions. Yakko, do you need a wheel chair or something? I can have one here in but momen…"

Yakko cut him off with a dismissive wave. He'd broken bones before and was fairly adept at moving around. "Help me up Dot." He shifted and she scrambled to his assistance. He moaned as the pain intensified under his weight. Dot looked to the doctor, obviously wondering if he was in his right mind. Gritting his teeth, Yakko followed the man from the room. What a great morning.

Dot didn't like this. Hospitals weren't a place where cuteness was appreciated. Normally, things became a lot LESS cute in said places. But then again, it wasn't her that was checked in, just her brothers. She let her feet pad softly across the floor as she followed Yakko's muttering. He wasn't exactly quiet although he sure thought he was. Dot smirked; all the stage whispering at the camera must have ingrained itself in is speech patterns.

Sometimes all things happen for the best. Dot was startled as those few words had run through her mind. The last time she had heard them was when she'd had pneumonia. The stupid disease had even provoked their writers to create a movie script along similar lines. Her frightened heart warmed slightly as she thought about her brother's movie. Wakko had been thrilled beyond words to film something where he was the star. It had been a long process and it had caught both her and Yakko off guard to realize just how often they overshadowed the younger Warner brother. Who just happened to get the most fan mail. Dot would have continued thinking along similar tangents if not for Yakko stopping her in her tracks at their destination.

Yakko looked at the door the doctor had taken them to. There was nothing special about it. Just a simple door to another room. However, behind this door lay his brother, who no matter what had changed so much of his life. Yakko was reluctant to let it change again. He cleared his throat and motioned towards the door. There was no way in heaven or below that he would be the one to let all hell loose.

The man sighed and pushed the door open. Dread weighing him further down with every breath, Yakko walked to his brother's bedside.

Wakko looked midget in the white bed. His hair was uncombed, something Yakko never noticed thanks to the floppy red cap that normally hid everything. But dressed in white and bareheaded, Wakko looked almost angelic.

"Why would you want us to come to conclusions about him sleeping?" Dot half shouted. "He's fine. See? There isn't even anything hooked up to him!"

Yakko felt his heart rejoice at her words, though his brain noticed every little thing that was wrong. If Wakko were sleeping, then he'd be upside down with his foot on top of the headboard. Sadness pulling at him, Yakko left his sister to argue with the doctor. He was a strong toon. He had faced the challenge of raising his siblings head on. Almost nothing had fazed or deterred him from that path, but seeing his brother lie so quietly killed something inside of him. Violently he might add.

He ran his fingers through Wakko's hair. No acknowledgment or movement of any type. I will be strong. I have been strong. Crying is for...those who've lost everything. Through blurred eyes, Yakko stroked his brother's face and felt his cold skin beneath the fur. And this is part of my everything. WHY did I DO that!

"This is my fault," Yakko's voice was cold and clear. "I d-didn't mean f-f-f-for this." Yakko's terror and heartache released in a large sob. Nothing could hold him up any more, so he let himself quietly slide to the floor.

And Wakko laid silently amidst his brother's sobs and Dot's confusion.