And Try Not to get Killed!
Max, you're bleeding.1.
Max's P.O.V
"Max, you're bleeding." Fang informed me as I crash landed after our latest run in with a bunch of Flyboys.
"Oh really? I thought it was ketchup that's pouring out of that gash in my arm!" I snapped. Gazzy ran over looking horrified.
"I'm so sorry Max! I should have given you more warning!" This was of course nonsense, it was all my fault. You would have thought that after all this time I would have learnt that when Gazzy or Iggy says bombs away, you get as far away as possible, as fast as possible.
"It's not your fault, now go get me some bandages and Fang, make sure we got all of them." All of them meaning the near 200 Flyboys that had been trying to kill us moments ago. Fang looked worried, he shouldn't be though. I'd survived worse. Well that's what I'd thought until I looked at my shoulder and upper arm. A long gash stretching from my shoulder to my elbow, finished off with a piece of shiny metal, now covered in blood, my blood.
"Crap." I murmured, this really was not good.
"Max, the Flyboys are all gone. Are you going to be ok?" A scared looking Angel fell to her knees beside me. I needed to get her, Gazzy and Nudge away from here. This was not going to be pretty.
"Angel, honey. You need to go with Nudge and Gazzy. Fly south for five miles then set up camp for the night ok?" She nodded and the three of them set off after Nudge gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I picked up a wad of cotton wool pads and placed them near the piece of shrapnel. I decided the guys didn't need to see this.
"You guys can go, you don't need to see this." I was sat against a tree for support and got ready to pull the metal out.
"Iggy, can you follow the others?" Oh no. Fang was going to insist on staying. Now he would see me cry and scream and curse until my lungs hurt.
"Sure, if you're sure you'll be alright Max?" I nodded and turned to Fang.
"Yes I'll be fine, now of you TWO go." I gave him a meaning full look, he just glared at me.
"Maximum. If you think I'm leaving you to rip that piece of metal out of your arm then patch yourself up afterwards all on your own you have another thing coming. Iggy you best hurry up before they get too far away." Iggy nodded and unfurled his wings.
"Max.....Just don't bleed to death. Ok?"
"Sure thing Igg." I did my best to smile at him. He took off into the darkening sky.
"Right, on three I'm gunna pull this out and put pressure on the wound, ok?" It wasn't really a question as in was I ok with the plan more of are you ready but I don't really care I'm doing it now anyway.
"Wait!" I grabbed a stick and shoved it between my teeth. Then nodded for him to get it over with. Then he pulled on the metal and the real pain began.
It took only moments for the piece of metal to be yanked from my arm but it felt like hours. It was like I was feeling each shred of muscle snap individually. Instead of screaming and deafening Fang I bit down on the twig and tried to stop tears flooding from my eyes. To my surprise my cheeks were still dry by the time Fang had bandaged the end of the gash. I spit what was left of the twig to my right and took five deep breaths. I was still bleeding from the upper part of my wound.
"Err, Max?" Asked Fang, I couldn't help noticing the slight redness coming into his face. "You kind of need to take your shirt of so I can bandage the rest of your arm and shoulder." He said all of this kind of quietly, but I heard it all and felt my own face go red too. At least it wasn't just my bra underneath my T-shirt, I had a very clingy vest on too. Oh well, this won't be awkward at all, I tried to kid myself. It didn't work, of course then a wave of dizziness hit me and I decided I'd take Fang seeing me in a clingy top than pass out from loss of blood and have him take of my shirt for me.
"Ok. Now turn around." He did and I peeled of my completely blood drenched shirt and threw it on the ground. "Ok just hurry up I feel dizzy." I was in a snappy mood by now as you would be if you had just had to practically strip in front of your best friend who happened to be a guy. I was thinking this at the time and I realised that he was actually quite hot. Ok, I could no longer lie to myself, and maybe this was just the lack of blood in me talking but hey, I loved him. And how could I not? He was SEXY!! Gorgeous, kind maybe a little unemotional at times but still, no one's perfect. I was dragged away from my strange slightly delirious thoughts by a searing pain in my shoulder. Oh no. The fact that the adrenaline from the fight was wearing of reminded me that the adrenaline was the only thing stopping me from feeling the pain. Then all the wonderful adrenaline was gone and this time I didn't have my trusty twig to bite on, so I gritted my teeth and instead of screaming I hissed. I totally forgot about the clingy T-shirt thing as the thought of days of this pain.
"Finished." Fang whispered. I looked over at him and saw a slight wetness in his eyes. I simply nodded and tried not to cry or faint. I lifted my un injured hand to shield my face and the few tears that had refused to be held in. I whipped them away as quick as I could.
"Max, you don't have to act in front of me. I know you must be in pain and it is ok to cry. We can never talk about this again."
"Thanks." I whispered before my tear ducts burst.