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A Lifetime by the Bedside
Chapter 1: Fang - Come Back
'She's still breathing,' Iggy tried to appear cheerful.
I gripped Max's hand tighter, perhaps thinking that the pain would snap her out of it and then she could go balistic and hit me in the gut. I wanted her to hit me, to snap me out of this depression and tell me to get over myself. I needed her to pelt me with punch after punch, hit after hit. I needed her to just be.
She didn't even stir.
'I'm going to get something to eat,' Iggy excused himself, giving me and Max some time alone.
He eased himself out of his seat slowly, still not fully familiarised with the surrounding hospital ward.
'Want anything?' he asked, running a hand through his blonde mop.
I shook my head slightly, my gaze not leaving Max for a second, worrying that if my attention was swayed for even a moment she would dissapear. Gradually, Iggy's footsteps became faint until they were non-existent to my ears. Cautiously, I stroked Max's hair away from her closed eyes. She appeared fragile there in that hospital bed, though I knew she was much the opposite and that was what we loved her for. Feisty, let's go get them, Max. Her spirit was indestructable, but I had fooled myself into believing that she was too. Her, our, mortality had never appeared to have be a problem before. We were super kids Gazzy would always claim proudly, shoving his hoody on top of his head so it flapped behind him like a cape as he soared through the sky with outstreched arm, aiming for the horizon. Max had promised to buy him a red one so he could properly pull off the superman impersonation. So many promises... We had drawn the line at the underwear over the pants though. I smiled at that thought.
Dr Martinez had told us that talking to the comotozed patients helped. I've never been much of a talker, but I was willing to try anything to get her back.
'M-,' I started, but my throat was raw. I reached out for the glass of water on the side table and took a small sip. 'Max,' I started again, 'Max?' I let out a frustrated sigh and knotted my hands together tightly. Why was this so hard? Oh yeah, because Max was in a coma and it was a distinct possibility that she was never coming back to us, to me. 'Help me out Max,' I murmured, 'you can't leave me alone with these kids. They need you... I need you.'
Leaning over her I kissed her lightly on the forehead.
'Come back to us.'
A/N This is mainly just an introduction to the story so following chapters will be longer :)
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