When I woke up, it was dark. Then I realized that it was because my eyes were closed. I tried to open them but… I couldn't. I tried again. Nothing. I was struggling now, but my body wasn't moving with me. My mind was giving the directions and telling things to move but they just… wouldn't. I was disconnected. It was like someone unplugged the keyboard to a computer, and you keep typing in, but no words come up. Disconnected. I was panicking now. Well, my mind was. What's going on? Where am I? What happened to me? What happened to the Flock? The crash. What if I was still at the scene? I could be a mangled mess laying on the road. Or… was I dead? No. I couldn't be dead. I just couldn't. Would I be aware of myself being dead? I was so confused. It was like all my senses were cut off or slowed down. I couldn't see, or hear, or smell, or touch, or taste, or anything! Or could I? Was there even anything to feel? Or smell? Or hear? I was physically dead. But my mind was still running. I don't think anyone could wish for a fate worse than this, being useless. Disconnected. Wait. I could hear… something. It sounded distant. Like people talking very far away. So I wasn't completely dead. I can still hear. Or was I imaging it? I hoped I wasn't. I heard a creaking sound. It was close now. I knew I wasn't imagining that. Or…was I?
"So… what's exactly wrong?" Fang. It was Fang. He was talking. I felt relief run through me. Fang was here. He was okay. But wait, why could I hear him? I couldn't hear anything before. Maybe I was imagining him too. I was silently praying that I wasn't.
"She is in a comatose state. The trauma of her head injury induced the coma. She may or may not wake from it. We believe all of her senses have been turned off. We'll try everything in our power to bring her out of it." A voice I didn't recognize. Male. His voice sounded official, like he was a public speaker or something. A doctor? Wait. Was I in the hospital?
I heard a gentle soft tapping sound. It sounded like footsteps. Someone was moving.
"How long will she be… like this?" It was Fang, but he sounded different. His voice was slightly shaky and uneven.
"We do not know. She could remain in this state for weeks, almost months. Or it could just be days. But it is indefinite. She… might not wake from it at all." Right then, a shock seemed to go through my mind. I might not wake up. I might never see my Flock again. I might never get to see my mom again. I might die. It was a horrible feeling, knowing that your life might be over. I kept thinking of all the things I never was able to do, the things that I didn't do enough. I was scared.
Footsteps again. Something cold touched my face. I could feel! But, then why couldn't I feel before? My mind was bursting with questions and thoughts. I needed to calm down and try to clear y head. I needed to concentrate on what was happening around me. The cold on my face traveled down from my forehead to my cheek. It felt good, almost refreshing. But that was probably because I could feel it at all. I felt so much better when I knew what was going on. The cold moved off my face. I wanted to cry out. I wanted that feeling back. Now I was numb again. No one was talking, no feeling, nothing. Wait! There was the cold again. It wasn't as cold this time. The cold was in my hand. Someone was holding my hand. Fang.
"Max…" I wanted to cry. I actually wanted to cry. Fang's voice sounded… scared, worried. I wanted to give him a sign that I could hear him, that I was okay. I pushed every nerve in my body to do something, but nothing happened. I just laid there, my body ignoring him. But I never wanted him to leave. He had no idea how much I would need him…