[Summary] Ever since Max saved Angel from a hit-and-run accident, she's been in a coma. There was only one witness; Nick 'Fang' Walker. Now, mute, temporarily paralyzed, and unconscious, Max can't break out of her coma. She can only listen to everything around her. And when Fang decides to make it his job to talk to her everyday, will they fall in love? A love that will revive Max? FAX.
[Author's Notes]
Yo, its Fluffy Bunnies Are So Cute here! I'm doing a co- with Anna Ride! Um… I'm in regular print/settings :D So much less obnoxious than bold…
BOLD IS NOT OBNOXIOUS. It's bright! But italics are elegant :)
And that would be Anna.
*Waves and grins.* Yosies!
Doo do doo… So… NEW STORY! Correction, new co-story!
EEP! YES! I love writing with Fluffy. She's funny. AND TALENTED!
Why thank you! I wish I could say the same… Oh, how I wish…
Gasp! YOU MEANIE! :P It's because of Annie, isn't it?
Hmm. That could work! But I was kidding. K-I-D-D-I-N-G. Learn how to take a joke, woman. How many times have I told you I love your stories?
Uh...many?
… Good answer. I love your stories! ANYWAY… Anna, you do the disclaimer. I abhor them :P
BUT THEY MAKE ME CRY! D:
Fine you big baby. Here goes… WedonotownMaximumRide.
Sigh. If we did, Maya and Dylan would be unexistant and/or dead...
So that is that. But, I do own this plot… Emphasis on 'I'…
:P She does. Sigh sigh sigh.
Let's get started then! P.S., this chapter is at least 200 words more than it should be, from this top A/N alone :D
CUZ WE'RE AWESOME!
Shut it. We don't need the A/N to be any longer. Readers are probably pissed already… Enjoy!
~:҉ Medicinal Love :~
Chapter One: Lost Memories
"Max? Are you all right? Please Max, just open your eyes and respond!" a voice cried. She recognized it as her mom, Doctor Valencia Martinez.
I can open my eyes! The girl, Max, thought. I'm not stupid; see? She tried to open her eyes, but nothing happened. Again, she tried, with no response. Her world was black. Dark. Hidden.
She tried to open her mouth — something to tell her mother that she was fine, that she wasn't dead. Nothing she tried worked.
There was a sniffle. "Doctor, how long will she be in a coma?" came Valencia's worried voice. What? No! I'm in a… coma? Max began to think hysterically. How? What happened? Why can I not remember anything that happened?
Max heard a shuffle, probably the doctor's coat rustling as he — or she — shifted awkwardly. "M'am, the length of a patient in a coma depends. It could be days, weeks, even months." So it was definitely a woman.
Valencia choked back a sob. "I understand, Doctor. Thank you," she said quietly. Max could hear footsteps fading away, but the sniffles still in the room. That meant the doctor left, but her mom was still there.
"Max. My baby… I am so sorry. I couldn't of wished for a better daughter; what you did to save Angel was extremely brave of you, and I'm proud. I wish you knew how proud I am of you…" she murmured. "Now, I might never be able to tell you."
There was another noise, like the rustling sheets of the hospital bed Max was laying on. Maybe her mother was leaving; maybe she was fixing the sheets. Max didn't know; she wouldn't be able to tell, anyway. She could hear lips smack together lightly, and assumed it was her mother kissing her forehead.
Mom— she tried to yell. Mom! What happened to me? Why am I here? Mommy… She thought weakly.
Soon, footsteps faded away until Max could hear nothing at all. Silence. No one was there. She was alone.
And for some reason, right now, that's what she feared most.
~:-:~
He stood, leaning on the door outside of the room that she was laying unconscious in. His hands were shoved in his pockets, as he recalled all he remembered seeing.
His sister… The car… Running… The girl… The crash…
It all replayed through his mind. The man shook his head out, his long black hair flopping around as he did so. He tried to focus his attention on something else, other than the rescue/accident. Which ever it was, he just wanted it out of his head.
He hadn't seen the girl yet. Not even when she risked her life for his sister, did he actually see her. The shock of the situation was so overwhelming, he wasn't as observant as he could have been.
Through the door, he could hear the sobs of a woman, another woman reassuring the other, and the smooth, rhythmic beats of the heart machine. Her mother. The doctor. The patient.
Moments past and the door opened silently. A lady with red hair — Doctor Dwyer — walked out and gave the man a sad smile. His stomach dropped. That was never a good sign.
Again, moments passed, and the second lady wandered out. This is where the man stood up straight. "M'am," he called out quietly, stopping the lady — Doctor Valencia Martinez — in her tracks.
Slowly, Doctor Martinez turned around to face the man. He held his hand out and she took it, squeezing lightly. "I'm Nick Walker — I was there when… it happened. Your daughter is an extremely brave woman," he complimented genuinely.
The woman looked off into the distance for a moment, before her wide, brown eyes looked back at Nick. "Thank you… Nick," she said quietly.
"I told the investigators all I could remember about what happened," he added softly. "I want to help and find whoever was in the car."
Valencia nodded, dried tear streaks glinting on her high cheekbones. She put her other hand on the one that she was shaking, and Nick looked up from where he was staring at the ground. "I know you will, Nick," she whispered, before turning to leave.
Nick watched her walk into the distance, before he leaned on the wall beside the door. Did he want to go in there and talk to her? The girl who saved his little sister? Should he?
He made up his mind and walked into the hospital room.
The room smelled of antiseptics and his nose crinkled, although with all the time spent in his sister's hospital room, he should have gotten used to it by now. He let his eyes wander past all the equipment, all the get well soon cards, all the excess stuff to the bed.
There, lay a woman. Her long, wavy dirty blonde, sun streaked hair was barely visible, seeing it was matted down with the thick bandage around her head. He looked past the big bandage, to her bruised and scraped tan face and chapped lips to her arms. They too, were covered in bandages, although none had casts. The sterile, white sheet covered the rest of her torso, all the way down to her ankles, where he could see a cast on her ankle and shin.
"You're beautiful…" he murmured quietly, not knowing what he was saying.
~:-:~
She heard the heavy footsteps enter the room, immediately identifying him as a man. Was it Jeb, her father? Alternatively, could it be Ari, her older stepbrother?
He was silent, maybe looking at something; looking at her? Was she horrendous? Normally, Max wouldn't care, but if she had to get plastic surgery on her face from the large amount of damage, that wouldn't be good.
Finally, she heard a deep breath as the man, whoever he may be, inhaled and exhaled slowly. "You're beautiful…" he murmured. Okay… Definitely not Dad or Ari, she thought. At least I know my face isn't completely ruined…
But who are you?
"You probably don't know who I am," the man sighed. "Uh, well, my name's Nick Walker, but people call me Fang."
Fang… Hmm… Why is he here?
"I want to thank you. A lot. You saved my sister's life, just because it was the right thing to do. God, you don't know how relieving it is to find a girl with genuine concern. The girls that I met in college would've done it to either get on my good side to get into my pants, or get into my pants. I know that they wouldn't do it instinctively."
So he's good-looking, around my age. Cocky too. But what is he talking about? Saved his sister's life? Is that why I'm here?
"That car…" he began, before cutting it off. Fang sighed. "I don't even know if you can even hear me, but it feels good to just let it all out. I'm not a big talker," he chuckled dryly. "Yet I'm talking so much to you. And I don't even know your name…"
Max. Maximum Martinez, the girl tried to tell him, but as before, her voice didn't work and her mouth wouldn't move.
"My sister, Angel, is in the room across the hall. She's not that badly injured, thanks to you. Sprained ankle, broken arm. She's sleeping now. I don't know what I'd do if you hadn't saved her. What would have happened…" Fang trailed off again.
What happened?
He cleared his throat. "… If that car had hit her." Bingo! I saved a girl from a car crash. "She would've died on impact probably; she's just so little."
The happy moment, from when she was celebrating that she figured out what had happened, in Max's head immediately died down when she took in the full meaning of his words. She would have… died. A little girl.
"She is only seven years old. Who in their right mind would try and purposely run over a little, innocent, seven-year-old girl? She did nothing wrong!"
It was on purpose. The accident was planned. Whoever was driving tried to kill that girl. Instead, they almost killed me.
What happens now? Do you know who it is?
"It was a hit-and-run. We don't know who it is. I wish I did. I wish I could remember just a license plate, anything! But all I remember is witnessing the almost-death of my sister, and of you."
They don't know. It was a hit-and-run. Fang was there. Why can I not remember any of this?
There was a loud shuffle and a screeching of a chair on tile. "It's 4:00. I should go check on Angel. I'll see you around, I guess." He laughed bitterly. "You're not going anywhere like that," he said softly. "Thank you, again."
And with that, Max heard the door open and swing shut.
She was alone. Again.
[End Author's Notes]
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