So like I said, the new story will be up this weekend and i'm going to keep true to my word! I won't be able to update all the time with the amount of school I have, but I will attempt to write a chapter every weekend :) I really hope you guys enjoy the sequel and thank you guys so very much for encouraging me to write it. You guys are my motivation to be a better writer :D So enjoy Fighting For Forever!
FPOV
"Did you know that Max was pregnant?" I sat beside Max's bed and rubbed circles into the back of her hand like I did every day. Listening to the steady beeping of the heart monitor we found at the old hospital. I bounced my knee to the fast rhythm of her heart beat and stared at the ceiling, replaying those seven words I heard months ago repeatedly.
Max had been in a coma for almost six months now. She missed her fifteenth birthday, she'll miss her sixteenth too is her condition doesn't change.
"Happy birthday Max. Even though you probably can't hear us we're all here. Iggy made cake and we even got presents… You'll get them whenever you wake up, if-"
"Nudge she's going to wake up." I leaned against the wall watching as everyone stood silently, looking at the unconscious birthday girl.
"This is definitely a birthday for the books." I looked at Iggy as he mumbled random things to try and lighten the mood, "Max will wake up. She's just taking her sweet ass stubborn time like always. When she wakes up she'll no doubt go back to ordering us around like nothing ever happened." Everyone smiled slightly, missing the tyrant she was sometimes.
After a few more minutes of crowding around the room, Dr. M broke the silence. "Guys why don't we have cake? There isn't anything we can do and Max wouldn't want us to sulk." Everyone nodded and started trampling up stairs with depressed faces. I stayed against the wall, watching as Angel trekked up last and shut the door to the basement. Leaving Dr. M and I alone with the constant beeping of the heart monitor.
I slowly walked back to the chair by the bed and resumed my previous position of holding her hand and staring at the floor. Dr. M sighed heavily and rested a hand on my shoulder, "She'll wake up Fang. She's a fighter, she wouldn't give up on you or the flock."
"I hope you're right…" She squeezed my shoulder slightly and then headed up stairs to join everyone else. "You better wake up. You aren't allowed to give up on us got it? I won't allow you to. They all think you're going to die; they try to deny it and be strong but their losing hope. The entire flocks fallen apart without you. Nudge hasn't said hardly anything and Gazzy and Ig stopped making bombs… Angel's always crying. She tries to read your mind but says it's all fuzzy. Just prove them wrong okay? We need our strong leader back. Come back to us Max… Come back to me."
"That… was the sappiest thing I have ever heard." I whipped my head around in shock, recognizing the voice, but quickly shot down the thought of the person standing behind me. I glared at the intruder, hatred racking my entire body. I stood up to fast, the chair scraping across the ground before falling over. I rushed the person and pinned them against the wall, my arm pressed against their throat so they could just barely breathe.
"What the hell are you doing here" I seethed, glaring at the person and putting more pressure on their neck. They struggled and tried to pull my arm off, I pushed against her neck really hard then stepped back so she fell to the ground. Resting on her hands and knees she coughed while trying to bring air back into her lungs before she looked up at me. Those taunting brown eyes that were so familiar but so different.
"Hey." I turned my head to the door and saw her standing there. In the exact same spot I almost killed her in. "You look like shit man. I don't know who looks worse, you or Max."
"What do you want Maya?"
"He speaks! Anyways, I just came down here to check on you. Everyone's worried about you with good reason."
"I'm fine. If that was the only reason you had to come down here, then leave." She huffed angrily and I listened as her footsteps faded and then the basement door closed. I leaned back in the chair, still holding Max's hand and listened to the steady beeping and her slow breathing. I used to love the sound of her breathing, reminding me that she was okay and still here. Now it was just a constant reminded that she was far from okay and not entirely here. I brought both my hands up to my face to cover the fluorescent lights burning my eyes and started to drift off.
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