Well, disneydork, I totally agree about them not being excited in the first part of the story. I obviously wasn't thinking, and I don't really want to go back and change it:-P
But THANK YOU for pointing it out.

Here it is, everyone. Part two of the two-shot (yes, that is what is it going to be).
I hope you guys like it, because I really didn't like the way it turned out.

Read and Review?

Disclaimer: Maximum Ride? Not mine.


"Max!" Fang said frantically into my ear. "Max, wake up!" My eyes fluttered open as I realized my head was rested in his lap, his hands cupping my face. I smiled at him and the look of relief on his face. He lifted his gaze away from me to whoever was standing at my head.

I tried to turn to face him or her, but Fang held me back. "Stay still," he commanded.

The woman behind me, who was the nurse, knelt at my side. "Slowly sit her up," she instructed Fang. He listened, leaning my head back against his strong shoulder. Then she handed me a glass of apple juice. "Drink this, it will help get your blood sugar up."

I nodded and reached forward to take the plastic cup out of her hand. I felt Fang's arm underneath mine, making sure I didn't drop it.

As I gulped it down, she began to ask me questions. "What made you sick? Was it the dissection of the smell, or…"

It was the memories of the School, I thought, but said, "The formaldehyde, probably."

"Did you eat breakfast this morning?" she asked, handing me a pack of peanut butter crackers. I knew I could use about three more packs, but I wasn't going to complain.

"Yes," I said, but realized that I hadn't eaten much. I was running late and grabbed a few granola bars on my way out the door.

Fang fidgeted under my body and a pain shot through my head. It wasn't a pain like the usual skull splitting experiences, but it hurt none-the-less. I must have cringed, because the nurse inquired, "What hurts?"

"My head," I admitted, touching the tender lump.

She sat and examined my injury. Her fingers grazed the swollen spot and I inhaled sharply. "This doesn't look good," the nurse sighed. "Fang," she said, glancing at the digital clock hanging from the ceiling. "Could you possibly carry her to my office? I believe she may have a concussion."

"I'm fine!" I objected, feeling a little better, but my forehead still throbbed in pain. I pushed away from Fang and tried to stand up. When I stumbled, he was there to hold me steady. Fang slid his arm around my waist and lifted mine over his shoulder. "Fang, I'm really okay," I said, embarrassed that he though I needed his support.

"I know," he said as his mouth twitched upward in a smile, so I leaned on him even more.

We got to the nurse's office just as the bell rang. The nurse sat me down on the leather "bed" and asked Fang to stay with me. "I'm going to get your information card in case you need to go home."

She left, and Fang and I looked at each other. He tried to grin reassuringly, but I could see the worry in his eyes. "Fang, I soothed, rubbing his arm, "I'm okay. You know we heal quickly. I'm sure I don't have a concussion anymore, if I even had one to begin with."

He turned away from me. "You scared me, Max," he whispered. "When I came out into the hall and saw you passed out…" he sighed. "I did my best to remain calm, but I was completely freaking out inside."

I took his hands and looked deep into his dark eyes. "I'm glad you were there." That one phrase held all the emotion I have felt for Fang for as long as I could remember.

We leaned together, lips parted and ready for sweet contact. Fang brushed a wisp of hair away from my face. "Ouch!" I shrieked, and then pulled away. His face contorted in worry and I couldn't help but laugh. "Let's try again, just don't touch my forehead," I smiled, pointing to my injury. I cupped my hand around his face, meshing his lips with mine.


The End!

Like I said, I don't really like the way it turned out. But I was totally having MaxRide withdrawl (withdraw? w/e, I missed writing it) so I had to conjure up something.

Reviews are nice.

Always,
Isabella.