Intro
"Max!" Someone was yelling. "Max GOD DAMMIT STOP!" But I can't. I won't. I will not stop until I get it out. "NO!" I yell. I hate this. Pain, Lot's of pain. I'm dizzy. I cant feel my arm. Then i see it. The microchip. I yank it out. Great now I have two bloody arms. I hold it in the air in victory. Then I drop to the ground and everything goes black.
Part 1 - Losing it.
When I wake i don't open my eyes, I just wait, well until Angel cries "Max! Max! She's here." Next thing I know I open my eyes to see Fang, Angel, Iggy, Nudge and good ol' Captian Terror. Or the Gasman. Fang is the first one to speak. "Max..." That's all he says? No "Max, Max I love you! Love me back! - mack mack mack-" Ok. I didn't want that to happen either but it would be entertaining. Next Angel whispers in my ear "I could if you wanted to." I shoot her a look saying. No, I've lost a lot of blood my mind is not working. Do not listen to my delusions" Then Iggy smiles and I grab his hand, His grin is almost as wide as a moon. Then Nudge and the Gasman take turns in greeting me. Fang then shushes them out. I know that Angel will be here. Listening. "Max? What the hell were you thinking?" Iono. Angel help me! "Ok! Say Iono!" So, so cheerful. Ah.. Angel. The Optimist in my pessimistic life. I take Angel's advice "Iono...?" It comes out more like a question. Then he moves closer to the hospital bed. "You Promised!" He yelled. This was Fang's dark side. "Max! What are you?" That hurt. He might as well of ripped my wings out. He looked at me in utter disgust and left. Oh. My. God. Fang! Then I heard Angel in my head. "Oh...Max? I'm so sorry! Want me too?" Yeah okay. Maybe. All right then. Don't try too hard. Next thing I know he's back in the door. "Max, I'm sorry." Then he moves in and pashes me. At first i'm thinking "Aaangeeell!" and then i'm thinking "Thank you so much Angel." and then " Maybe i'm enjoying this too much." He finally brakes away "Angel" we say in union, then burst out laughing. He leaves again. Angel walks in with Total. She must of told him to shut up. In the way a six year old does. "Sweetie.. I asked you to make him say sorry, not kiss me!" She frowned, "He did that himself!" Fang? As in Fang? As in Fnick? I laughed to myself. "Thanks." I smile. "Total..." That is my greeting for my six year old...Angel's talking dog. Then i sit up. "Who gave blood?