[Summary] Ever since Max saved Angel from a hit-and-run accident, she's been in a coma. There was only one witness; Nick 'Fang' Walker. Now, mute, temporarily paralyzed, and unconscious, Max can't break out of her coma. She can only listen to everything around her. And when Fang decides to make it his job to talk to her everyday, will they fall in love? A love that will revive Max? FAX.

[Author's Notes]

*Humming* Georgie Porgie, Pudding and Pie, Wouldn't —

Shu' up! THIS IS A PROFESSIONAL SETTING! No silly rhymes about my love life!

Doo do doo… Oh wait, this is professional? Sorry, I wasn't aware.

:P Har. Har. Har. So, anyways, we don't own MR. *Cries*

*Sigh* We went over this last chapter.

We have to do it every chapter.

*Pouts* Nuh-uh!

Sadly, we do. We could be arrested if we don't!

I refuse. I will spitefully — erm, what? — show the police the first chapter. And laugh my ass off — who said that? — at them, and proceed to get them off fanfiction. Which reminds me. ANY OF YOU READERS A POLICE?

If so, that thing from last Tuesday...NOT MY FAULT! It was an accident!

And I did not accidentally on purpose shove my brother in the road in front of a car.

Annabelle just accidentally fell down and scraped her knee really, really badly...

*Innocent look.*

Yup. And the car wasn't moving, so who cares if he skinned himself? :D He's alive.

Hehe.

…

We should probably stop writing and let them read.

Right. Yeah. Um... Right. Here you go!

~:҉ Medicinal Love :~

Chapter Two: Thinking

"Hey, Ange," Fang whispered, as he quietly walked into Angel's hospital room. "How are you feeling?"

The little girl sat on the bed, under the sheets, as she smiled up at her big brother, her blue eyes shining, despite the fact she had a broken arm and a sprained ankle. "Fang!" she exclaimed, the atmosphere of the dim hospital room immediately lightening up.

She bounced excitedly as Fang made his way towards her, her blonde curls bouncing as well. He engulfed her in a hug, careful to not injure her anymore, or bring any more pain than she already had.

Grinning toothily at Fang, she waved her cast in the air. "Fang? Can you sign it first?" she asked. Angel pointed at the sharpies Doctor Dwyer had left on the nightstand beside her, with her cast free arm.

Fang sighed playfully, but took a black sharpie to sign it with. Angel shook her head. "No, Fang. Pink," she insisted. He rolled his eyes, good naturedly, of course, but replaced the black sharpie with the pink one.

He held her arm as carefully as he could manage, and began to write on the cast applying as little pressure as possible.

'I love you, my Angel. Forever and Always ~Fang' he wrote. Putting the Sharpie back and gently laying her arm back. Angel read it, smiling the entire time.

"I'm sleepy." She let out a light yawn, and Fang pulled the sheets up to her neck as she began to drift off into sleep again. As she fell asleep, Fang watched her intently, looking at how innocent she looked, and wondering: How could anyone try to do such a thing to an angel? My Angel? My baby sister.

~:-:~

Being in a coma, or unconscious, for that matter, gives you plenty of time to just think. Like what is the square root of 700,849? (I don't know.) Or, how many minutes are in a year? (60 times 24 is 1,440. 1,440 times 365 is 34,560. So there is roughly 34,560 minutes in a year, sometimes 36,000 minutes, on leap years.)

On the other hand, you could lay off the math and think about something simpler. Such as what you'd like to eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, the moment you wake out of your coma. Such as trying to remember all your family's birthdays.

Such as thinking about Fang's voice.

Wait, what? Max, you are a confident twenty-four year old woman. You know not to fall for someone for his or her looks —

You don't even know what he looks like, another part of Max's brain countered. Remember? Ring a bell? You're out cold.

Well you don't start liking someone because of their voice. Even if it's husky, low, and incredibly sexy that makes your stomach feel —

Annndd… You're not helping yourself, her conscious retorted smugly.

The door squeak opened and Max immediately shut her thoughts out. Is it Fang? A part of her wondered. When she heard the clacks of her heels on the ground, it answered her question.

"Hey, Max," the feminine voice said. "I'm Doctor Brigid Dwyer. I'm just going to check up on you, okay?"

Hmph. She's talking to me as if she thinks I can really hear her. Doctor Dwyer laughed lightly. "I sound crazy, don't I? Talking to an unconscious person…" she trailed off. Regaining her voice, she continued. "Well, I've been in a coma before, actually. And… Well, I could hear everything, although the rest of my body felt completely out of it."

Oh.

"Well, you're fine. Nothing unusual for an unconscious person, at least." Brigid let out an audible sigh, and the faint screeching of metal on tile let Max know that she was sitting in the visitor's chair. "You know, Max, I really admire you. You've probably been praised with compliments because of you heroic actions, but they are all true. What you did was brave."

Max could hear the clicking of the heels again and she knew Doctor Dwyer was leaving. The squeaking of the door signaled that she was opening it, but Max heard another set of feet.

~:-:~

He exited Angel's hospital room quietly. Deciding to visit the girl again, — he still had yet to find her name — Fang reached a hand out, twisting the metal knob of door 503 open. There stood Doctor Dwyer on the other side.

"Oh, Mr. Walker!" she exclaimed. "I was just about to go look for you. Well, good news is that Angel will be able to get out in a couple of days. Make sure she isn't walking on that leg too much, and that she doesn't get the casts wet."

Fang nodded his response, thanking Brigid as he walked into the hospital room. Brigid paused for a moment, before she turned towards the girl on the cot. "Get well soon, Max, okay?" With those last words, she left.

Max… Fang mused. That's her name. Max. I wonder if it's short for anything… He strolled into the room and sat on the chair, beginning to talk.

"So, you're name's Max?" Fang began, loosely running a hand through his hair.

"Well, like I said, I'm back again. A bit sooner than expected. I went to visit Angel, but she's sleeping now. So, I'm here, talking my head off," he uncharacteristically muttered.

There wasn't a response, as expected. Fang shook his head and continued talking. "Why are you so easy to talk to? Why am I talking so much? Is it because you're a good listener? Of course you are; you can't do anything else but listen." He broke down, and put his head in his hand.

"I wish you'd wake up. So I — we — could thank you properly, and get a response. I know it's bad to ask anything of you, after all you've done. Just, wake up, you know? Angel really wants to meet you…" he trailed off, blinking back tears. "I want to meet you…" Fang added quietly.

I'm talking a lot, and I'm being emotional; what other new things will I go through? He thought sourly. Just thinking of Angel… dead… brought him to the sensation that he was going to cry. Of course, he never did, but the prickling feeling as he held the salty tears back, was still there.

Fang stared intently at Max, as if his eyes were trying to will her to wake up.

When she did, that would be the day he might actually cry. Fang had no connections to this girl, besides the crucial fact that she saved his sister's life, but he was feeling strongly, emotionally attached to Max.

The only question was; was that a good thing, or not?

He got up from the chair and took a long look at her again. "Bye, Max," Fang muttered, picking up his feet and leaving.

~:-:~

When Max heard Fang exit the room, she let out a mental sigh. Wait, can you sigh mentally? She pondered. Shrugging — not literally — it off, Max let herself dwell in her thoughts again.

I'm not really known for being easy to talk to; what was he talking about? Again, she let out an internal sigh; a sigh that no one would hear.

However, Max wasn't focused on that, rather, something else he had said.

"Just, wake up, you know? Angel really wants to meet you… I want to meet you…" Those three sentences kept replaying in her mind, like a broken record.

But maybe, just maybe, they'd give her the strength to wake up.

You never know.

[End Author's Notes]

Lalalalalalalalalalala…

Heh… Yeah… *Fidgets*

OH! HI!

Yeah… Hi…

Um, is this part of the A/N?

Ummm… Yeah… I got a confession and apology to make…

Whaaaat?

Don't get mad… Umm, well I'm sorry cops that may or may not be reading this. I hope you don't take offense that… that… 'watching'. WHOO. I feel much better for letting it out :D

Haha. We all did, Fluffy, we all did.

So… Now that I am better, how did y'all like this? I think Fang and Angel are so adorable! *Squeal*

They are! :D

Is this A/N too long?

Probably. OOH! WE NEED TO TELL THEM ABOUT THE OTHER SMASH GIRLS STORY!

Ah, yes. Anna, do the honors :)

Okay, so, Max and Fang meet after he 'pushes' her into the water at a field trip that both of their - RIVAL - schools went to. Max 'attacks' Fang, and they end up hating each other and pulling stupid pranks on one another. Then Fang transfers to Max's school and they're suspended after a food fight that they kind of maybe started. Their parents' punishment? They have to spend their time out of school...together.

Yep! And it's called "All's Fair in Love and Prank Wars". It should be out, by now… Well, I hope it is…

I think we need a better title, though...And the prologue is done!

Hehe, yeah. We're going with "Hate, Prank, Love". I guess that's it! PEACE. ~Fluffles

~Ansies!

~ SMASH (Super Mega Awesome Smart Hawties :D) Girls