This is my first, so be kind. This is post fang so if you haven't read it yet, don't read this or it wont make much sense… please review!
FPOV
I sat there, watching her face, waiting for a twitch of a muscle or a sound to tell me she was in there. But all I heard was her shallow breath. And all I felt was her light pulse in her hand where I held it tightly.
"Max…" I whispered into the sheet. I lay my forehead on the hospital bead and allowed the tears to fall down my cheeks. She was never going to wake up. And it was entirely my fault. I should never have left her side, not for a moment, let alone for a year.
Max had never recovered from the heart break, but she put on a strong front for the kids. She never cried a tear, for a whole year. She had this emptiness eating away at her. The guilt whenever she shared laughter with the flock. Whenever she saw the ring I gave her. She had been dying. And now she was as good as dead.
One day, max had snapped. She went out without a word, and never came back that evening. The flock went out and found her collapsed in the middle of the desert, unconscious. She had several fractures and cuts. She had been flying when she just couldn't take it anymore. She had broken down crying and then fainted from the exertion.
They took her to the hospital with a concussion and minor fractures. They did all they could, and she was taken off life support because she didn't need it anymore. But she was, and still is, in a deep coma, like she's sleeping. And no one can get through to her. That was when I came back to see them. I missed them and had to talk t her one more time. Just once. And I'll never have the chance now.
When I came to the house, Jeb told me where max and the rest were, so I flew as fast as my dark wings would carry me there and when I came through that doorway. I was horrified. She was all wires and tubes and pale skin. Her hair was cut short and she was covered in small plasters and bandages. I nearly collapsed on the spot.
The flock berated me with questions and accusations and hugs and tears, and then left me to see her. Max, my Max, just lying there like a corpse. I sat down and held her hand, it was cold. Like she was really dead, and I remembered how she must have felt when I died. She had saved me, and I had killed her. I cried silently and still haven't left her side for a week.
I wondered what she was thinking, if she was thinking, was she dreaming, was it about me, about how I betrayed her, doomed her? Did she know I was here? Did she know I was sorry? God I wished I could talk to her right now.
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