A/N: Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride or any of its amazing and unforgettable characters. All I own is the plot and Falcon.
"Fang..." Her voice is merely a croak, and he gives her hand a reassuring squeeze, although he is not in the slightest reassured himself. He wants answers, he needs them, and he needs them now. Why is it taking so long for them to bring back his son? Why did they whisk him away so suddenly before either of them even got a good chance to look at the fellow? Why? Why keep them in this suspense, certainly they can't be expected to wait like this for another minute, let alone an hour? Surely someone will come and tell them something…anything? Surely someone will come and do them that one kind justice? Surely someone could drop by and utter just a word, be it good or bad, as to the condition of their newborn, surely somebody in this whole hospital was capable of doing at least that? But no, it seems not, they have been waiting for thirty minutes already, and already it feels more like years than even hours, much less minutes.
"Fang…" She tries again, but to no avail, the birth has left her weak, too weak for whatever words she is trying to get out. He puts up a hand, the hand that is not firmly entwined with hers, to silence her. Either she doesn't notice it or she doesn't care…he's leaning towards a little bit of both, but pretty heavily on the latter.
"Fang, something's wrong." Her eyes are suddenly alert and wild as she fights to rip out the IV that is lodged in her arm; he grabs her hand before she gets the chance. "Let me go!" In a sudden burst of strength she breaks free of his grasp and sits up strait in the bed, gasping as though there is not enough air left on the planet to sustain her.
"Max…" He tries to soothe her, stroking her matted hair back from her forehead, but inside his own mind is telling him the same thing, something is wrong, the doctors wouldn't have rushed out like they did if it wasn't. Still, though, he shakes his head, not wanting to cause her to be more upset than she obviously already is. "I'm sure everything's fine, Max, they're probably just running tests or something…I'm sure it's perfectly normal." He's not sure, and he feels that she must be able to see that, but he sees no need to bring voice to the matter. Not now, anyway.
She brushes off his hand, not unkindly, and takes a breath, and another, allowing herself to be calmed down in fractions before speaking next. "No, it's not perfectly normal, Fang. It's just not…I've talked to Mom about this kind of stuff, they're supposed to let you hold it…it's supposed to cry…when it comes out, it's supposed to cry." Her shoulders are shaking and tears are running down her cheeks, "Fang, he didn't cry. Falcon didn't cry." She is sobbing in earnest now, and he puts his arm around her, pulling her easily to his chest, all the while shaking his head vehemently.
"I'm…I'm scared." She gulps, "Fang…I'm scared."
"I know," He nods his head just slightly above hers, "I know, baby, I am too."
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