"MOVE!" Max shouted before she even knew what she was doing. A moment later Nathan was on the ground, although Max could not remember shoving him, and Max was on her knees.
She had to stop this. No matter what Chloe said she simply couldn't let her die.
The world was a blur of red and blue, time summersaulting around her, frozen but quicker than thought all at once. Within moments her hands were covered in dark crimson blood as she pressed desperately against her best friend's side.
"call 911!" She found herself shouting to Nathan, who was probably still crying on the floor. Max spared no thought for him, her world collapsing as she felt Chloe's life slipping through her fingers.
"You're gonna be alright, Chloe, you're gonna-" The mantra fought against everything Max already knew was true. She has been through this. Chloe Price had to die.
Even after her promise to let this be, Max did not hesitate for a moment to fight against fate once more, this time without her powers, grappling against destiny with nothing but her tiny, human hands.
"Freeze!" The bathroom door burst open, and Max did not even glance up to see David Madsen with his gun drawn. "What in- Chloe!" He shouted, but did not lower his weapon as he took in the scene. Max heard the gun which Nathan had dropped slide along the floor, and barely registered the boy's mumbled apologies, followed by the click of handcuffs and a hurried growl of curses and threats.
Moments later a strong pair of hands was moving aside her own to cover the dying girl's wound. "What have you done?!" She could hear the officer shout at Nathan, but none of that mattered now.
"She needs an ambulance!" Max protested, although everyone could see that was true.
"One's on its way" she heard, although she could not even tell if the voice was David or Nathan's, nor did she care.
"Hang in there soldier!" David commended his step daughter as he rolled her limp form over to a more stable position. Chloe's eyes were half lidded, rolled slightly back into her head. Max moved closer, looking for any sign of life - a pulse, a breath, an eye movement.
"She's alive, Max, for now." David's gruff voice reassured, tinged with a sense of panic and sorrow that Max had only heard him use once before, in the Dark Room. "There's a first aid kit in the hall." He did not have to say anything more before Max rose and found herself muttering a quick "Yes sir."
She had not noticed the concerned, chaotic crowed gathered in the hall by the sound of a gunshot until she was already shoving through them with bloody hands. She vaguely heard President Wells desperately trying to herd the students outside and call the police all at once. Alarms were going off. By the time she returned one of the teachers, Mrs. Grant, had joined Mr. Madsen on her knees. "Can you hear us Chloe? Just keep breathing. You're going to be alright."
In moments Chloe's shirt was open and David was field-dressing her wound. Seconds later the sirens of the ambulance were heard and Max found herself shoved to the side with the cry of "make way!"
The next few minutes were utter chaos for Max. "Chloe!" She called as she was shoved away from the dying girl's side. The paramedics quickly loaded their charge into the van and Max scrambled and shoved her way towards them. "Wait! Let me-" But it was too late.
The doors shut with a resounding THUNK and the ambulance sped away. She could not begrudge it's speed – the only hope Chloe had of staying alive – but as the van whizzed away from her view, Max knew she should have been in there with her friend.
In a daze, Max turned back to Blackwell, and tried to make sense of this new reality, a reality she had never before had the nerve to see. The chaos nearly consumed her.
"Yes I need to report a shooting – Blackwell Academy…" President Wells
"Everyone out! Come on, we've been over this!" A few of the teachers were trying to regain control.
"Who was she?"
"I can't believe it!"
"What happened?" Students shoved their way past.
"MAX!" A voice called her name burst through the crowd. It was Warren. After everything, she had almost forgotten that he was still here, in this other world, a world she hadn't even returned his flash drive yet. "Max what happened? Are you alright?" He touched her shoulder, and the contact snapped her out of her hurried thoughts. This was real: real life, and it couldn't be undone. Not again. "Max you-"
"I need to get to the hospital." It was the first thing she said, and she said it in a tone Warren had never heard her use.
"Max are you-"
"Warren, please. She's my friend."
"Uhh, okay…" Warren glanced around. The teachers were still frantically trying to round everyone up into an orderly fashion, to follow the shots-fired procedure, but it was no use. Warren grabbed Max by her wrist and the two darted for the parking lot.
It was only after he took her arm that Max remembered that both of her hands were still covered in blood. Chloe's blood. She had lost so much blood. Max could not look at her hands.
"I was gonna show my new ride today, but I didn't think it would be like this." Warren said as they ran up. He opened the passenger door for her, and Max tried not to get blood on his car.
"This is yours?" She tried to humor him. The car could not be a surprise this time, but she tried her best to act impressed. He was helping her after all. "It's cool. Very old school."
Warren threw himself into the driver's seat like he was in an action movie and started the car with what he seemed to think was an impressive engine purr, but in reality merely betrayed the fact that the car likely only started fifty percent of the time. "1978 to be exact!" he proclaimed proudly as he pushed the manual transmission into gear. "After that ambulance! Let's go, Mad Max!"
Max flinched at the name, although Warren did not seem to notice. She could not count on her hands how many times she had been called that, and worse, but it all sounded so wrong coming from anyone other than Chloe. The thought hit her that she might never hear Chloe call her that again, but she pushed it away as fast as she could.
As they sped out of Blackwell, Max caught a glimpse of one of the frustrated school officials waving at them to stop. Next to the door, she saw Nathan being led to the back of a police car. But as she glanced back, another terrible reality of this world caught her eye: Mr. Jefferson. He stood with the students, near Victoria and Kate, who both stood in shock at the shooting. And no one knew. Sudden panic rose in Max's throat. She wanted to scream at them 'Run away!' but she knew it would do no good. She wondered if the fateful party would be cancelled that night. She wondered if Kate would stay home, feed her rabbit, and get a good night's sleep.
As soon as they were away, Max's thoughts returned to Chloe. Warren was driving fast, obviously trying to impress her, but it was not fast enough. Chloe could be dying. She glanced down at the blood on her hands.
"So how did you know her?" Warren asked, trying to break the tense silence of their race. Max tried not to look too shaken.
"Childhood friend. I… I used to live in Arcadia Bay, before we moved to Portland." She looked out the window and watched the Two Whales speed past. Joyce. Did she even know?
"No way, really! Man what was this place like growing up?" Warren was far too excited and far too happy about this whole thing. She tried not to fault him for trying to lighten the mood and lift the fear, but it was not what she needed.
"It was…" Max could not think of what to tell him. In her mind all she could come up with was 'It was Chloe'. Because honestly, that was all she could remember from before they moved. Her world had been Chloe Price, Chole Price's house, and her and Chloe's pirate ship. She tried to distinguish her past in this world from the past few days she had experienced. None of that had happened here. Chole hadn't shown up in her pick up, they hadn't broken into the pool, they hadn't found the Dark Rook. They hadn't found Rachel. But at least they still had the pirate ship. Eventually Max realized that she still hadn't said anything. "…Nice." She supplied at last. "How much further to the hospital? That wasn't here when I lived here last."
"We're almost there, I promise." They had been on the highway for some time now. Max couldn't remember the name of the next town south of Arcadia Bay, but she could see it off the next exit. The hospital had it's own ramp, which Warren took as fast as he could. "I'll drop you off and text you when I find some parking."
"Thanks, Warren." Max's thanks were genuine. For as much as her thoughts were locked on Chloe, Warren really was a good friend. She was out of his car the second it stopped at the curb, rushing into the hospital.
The entryway of the Tilllamook Regional Hospital was wide, clean, and far too calm and quiet. Max felt for a moment like she was the only sane person in the room: the only one with the good sense to panic, because Chloe Price had been shot.
As she ran up to the reception desk, the nurse's dull "can I help you?" turned to concern at the blood on Max's hands.
"I need to find Chloe Price." She said quickly, "She was shot and-" Max only then realized how much her hands and her voice were shaking.
One of the nurses nodded to the other. "Come with me, dear." Max did her best to nod at the nurse rounded the desk.
Max was led gingerly to a nearby bathroom, where the nurse helped her clean off her hands, and made sure to check them for cuts in case Max could have been infected. "Are you her next of kin?" The woman asked calmly.
"N-no, I…" Max tried to take a deep breath. "I'm her friend, I-"
"I saw your friend come in." The nurse stopped her before she could hyperventilate trying to explain exactly what she was to Chole. "And I can tell you that she's still alive, and in surgery. Unfortunately I'm going to need a legal guardian here before I can share much more. Have they been notified?"
"I don't – her step dad-" Max did not know if he really counted. "Joyce!" She cried suddenly. Joyce had to know. "Th-thank you." Max muttered as earnestly as she could as she fished her phone from her bag. The nurse nodded and said something about getting her a glass of water as they went back out into the waiting area but Max barely heard. Her heart now hung upon the soft buzzing of her phone as it rang on Joyce's end.
"Hello?" Joyce's strong, comforting accent came through. "Who is this?"
Max had nearly forgotten again. No one in this world had met her yet, not in five years. All because she was a rotten friend who never even called. Even David Madsen only knew her as a student. Did Chloe even know who she was?
"Joyce it's...it's Max." Max's breath caught, but she made it through. "Max Caulfield."
"Max Caulfield!" Joyce cheered, but before she could say how happy she was to hear Max's voice, the tone settled in. "Whatever is the matter dear?" She said, still far too cheerful.
"It's... It's Chloe, Mrs. Price." Max concentrated hard on keeping it together. Joyce deserved to hear this. "Chloe, she... She was shot." There was an expected gasp on the other side and Max wondered if Joyce had dropped the phone. First William and now this. "We're at the hospital..." Max said although she did not know if Chloe's mom could hear.
"I'm on my way." The call was cut off. Joyce's voice was deeper, more solemn and more frightened than Max has ever heard. Even the E6 tornado has not scared Joyce Price so much. Max hoped that the woman, who was like a second mother to her, did not blame her for this. The day she makes contact after a 5 year long silence, and it's to say that Chloe, her daughter and only child, might be dead.
The next several hours were pure agony. Joyce arrived, tears already streaming down her face, and immediately wrapped Max in her strong arms. Together they walked to the reception counter and Joyce immediately demanded to see her daughter.
"I'm sorry ma'am but your daughter is currently in surgery. I promise you will be informed the second the procedure is complete." Was the only response.
"Will she... Will she..." Joyce could not finish.
"She's gonna make it right?" Max filled in for the grieving mother whose arm was still around her shoulders.
"Her condition was listed as critical upon arrival." The nurse said sadly, "But the wound was field dressed,"
"David-" Max interrupted with a whisper, but the nurse continued.
"-and she had not lost too much blood. If she can make it through the shock, we should be able to save her." The nurse told them, not looking up from the monitor from which she was reading. "She seems like a strong woman."
"She is." Joyce sobbed. Max held her tighter, thanked the nurse, and let the grieving mother to a nearby chair.
"Max..." Joyce's voice was far away, betraying the trouble she was having in making any sense of the world. "What... Happened?"
Max caught Joyce's eye, glistening with tears and begging for reason, and knew at once that she must be as honest as she could. "I.. I was in the bathroom at Blackwell. And Nathan Prescott stormed in. H-he was upset, and Chloe followed him in. I didn't even recognize her at first." Max tried to remember what it was like the very first time. "Th-they fought and Nathan pulled out a gun. I... I tried-" Max could not stop herself from sobbing now. "I tried to stop him." It was not a lie. She had tried. She had tried everything. She had stopped time, she had relived her life, she had spent a lifetime of a week all in a vain attempt to stop him. "But he shot her. Here." Max gestured to her gut, and Joyce gasped, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth and attempting to choke back even more tears.
"Nathan Prescott..." She muttered incredulously.
"David has him in police custody by now I'm sure." Max reassured her. "Nathan didn't put up a fight after... After what happened."
'Speak of the devil and he shall appear' Max thought as not two seconds later David Madsen burst through the hospital door.
"Where is Chloe?!" He demanded of the first hospital employee he saw.
"David!" Joyce called him over before the poor janitor had a chance to come up with a response.
David stomped over with the determination and rage of ten men. "She's in surgery." Joyce told him, unfazed by the pure rage radiating off her husband. "They said... They said she might make it."
David's eyes next fell on Max, who had to stop herself from flinching from his gaze. This David had never spoken to her before today. She had not stood up for him or stopped him from hounding Kate.
"That was some good work you did back there, young lady." He said in his most civil tone. "What happened?"
Max did her best to relay the story again, and Joyce introduced her to David as Chloe's best childhood friend, gone these 5 years and back "like a guardian angel" she said. Max almost cried again at that. Some angel she was: living for a week in a world where she simply pulled the fire alarm, then returning to where she did nothing. She sat and cried and only listened as she best friend was shot. She could have stopped it. She knows she could. She had done it before. They would never believe her if she had to explain.
Explain. The word resounded in her mind. Chloe. She would have to explain all of this to Chloe. Chloe who had not seen her in the past five years. Chloe who had not rescued her from Nathan, Chloe who had not helped her break into the school, Chloe who had not shot bottles in the junk yard on her mark or almost been flattened by a train. Chloe whom she had never kissed on a dare. Chloe who had never seen the storm, had never commanded her to go back. Chloe who might still want to drop a bomb on Arcadia Bay rather than protest that everyone in it deserved to live more than her. Chloe who still looked day and night for Rachel Amber to return. Chloe who did not know about Frank or Jefferson or the Dark Room. Chloe who probably still hated her for running away. The thought hung despair in her mind like vertigo and she felt her heart drop like a physical punch in the gut. How could she ever explain? What if... What if even after she saved Chloe, they lost it all?
"I'm sorry." She felt herself saying in a broken sob before she even knew she was speaking out loud.
She heard a sniff from her right and saw Joyce curled in David's protective arms. Even in her grief, however, Joyce reached out. "It's not your fault." She said. But Max knew that it was.
No one knew how long they waited. Time had lost all sense again to Max. Time. She had not used her powers once since she came back. She wondered if she even still had them. She did not care to check.
Eventually a man with a clip board came round the corner and asked for Joyce Price. She stood at once and took both David and Max by the hand. Max tried to put as much support as she could into the grip.
"Your daughter's condition has improved." He told them quickly, to reassure them that it was good news. A physical sigh of relief washed over the small family, and Joyce sagged in her husband's arms as if she might faint. "She's not out of the woods yet, but the surgery was a success. The bullet did not pierce all the way through and missed most vital organs. We had to remove part of her intestine, and it will take time for her to heal. But she made it through the initial shock and her blood loss was minimal, for a wound of that size." David nodded sternly at the news.
"Can we see her?" Max spoke at last, surprised at how strong her own voice sounded.
"Soon." Was the response. "She is being transferred to a new room as we speak. But she'll be unconscious for a while longer. She will need a lot of rest."
Joyce thanked the doctor profusely, but Max could barely hear. Her heart was doing summersaults. Chloe was alive. Alive! After everything, she was alive. Max could only pray that this would not bring back the storm and prepare for the worst, but it did not matter. There was no way she was going back to the start and doing this all again. Not ever. No more traveling in time. Because Chloe Price was alive.
