Okay I just really wanted to make another chapter so....and remember! Iggy, Max, Fang, or Ella. That's it. Which one would you rather me use for a commentary?

-Max POV-

I looked in the mirror. My eyes were clearing up just as Ella walked in. 'Max? Are you--" She looked at my eyes. "Have you been crying?"

I picked up the closest thing to me and threw it at her, which happened to be a pillow. I groaned and yanked of my sneaker. I threw it at her and it hit her head. Hey, she deserved it, you know!!! She yelped in pain her and hand flew to her face.

"Max, just let me talk to--Whoa!" She ducked from a lamp I threw, and it shattered against the wall. "Just let me explain!" She caught my hands and I kicked her theigh. She yelped but didn't move. "Ugh! Iggy!! Help me!!" Iggy and in and smacked into me, throwing me on the bed. I kicked and punched, anything I could to break free. Since when did he become a brick wall?

"Get off!" I slammed my fist on his rock-solid abs. I stiffled a scream as I heard a loud crack. "Iggy!"

Iggy shot off. "Sorry!"

"Sorry doesn't cut it!" I said as I looked at my hand. The slightest touch felt like it was breaking again. I looked up at him. "You idiot!" I ran over and grabbed a piece of broken glass from the lamp. Iggy gulped and Ella gasped.

Iggy held his hands up as if surrendering. "Whoa, Max! Calm down! It'll be fine in a few hours."

Everyone in the Flock has super-speed healing abilities.

I still held the broken glass. "You and Ella are so hard-headed!" I yelled stomping down my sock-foot. "Ow!" I looked down and saw a piece of glass stuck in my foot, my sock already covered in blood. "You two are such idiots!" I threw the piece of glass at Iggy. He ducked and it smashed against the wall.

"Let's get you to Mom," Ella said, putting her arm around my shoulder. I elbowed Iggy in the gut before letting Ella help me to our mom, who was a veterinarian. My foot throbbed, I felt the glass, and I would have to tell Mom about Ella and Iggy.

Could my day get any worse?

-Ella POV-

It was amazing how light Max was, her hollow bones must help in more ways. Why did Fang have to be sick? This would have worked perfectly if Fang wasn't in his room throwing up!! Angel told me. Fang thinks it's stomach virus.

Ouch! I can't believe Max did that! She's such a klutz sometimes. Want to tell Dr. M? Angel asked.

No! We'll find her and tell her ourselves. Can you make her not ask questions about why Max through her shoe and the lamp?

Okay, I'll try. Good luck!!

Thanks.

No problem. But Max may need to be tied up. Ugh, why does Fang have to be sick?

I was thinking the same thing.

I know.

Sometimes having a mind-reader in your head gets annoying. Nothing is privet without loud-mouth running around shouting it out to everyone! Angel, no comment! Great, stairs! I stepped down first and supported Max's right side as she stepped down with her left foot. Same all the way down.

Gazzy just happened to turn the corner and stifled a scream. "Max! What happened?"

Nudge was right behind him. "Oh, no, what happened Max? That looks bad. Is that glass? Why do you have glass in your foot?"

"Long story," Max said. She looked at me. "Can we just get to Mom?"

"But--"

"Nudge!" I said as I helped her around them. "Just drop it!"

Mom was in the kitchen reading on her book. She looked up. "Oh no! What happened?"

Angel! Stop her!

"Long story," I said. "She stepped on a piece of glass." I lead Max to a chair and she sat down.

Mom examined Max's foot. "That's in there deep!" She removed Max's sock and I nearly puked. It was so gross! Mom looked at me. "Ella, you might want to go. You don't have a very strong stomach." I nodded and turned around. I saw Fang coming down the stairs.

"Fang!" I yelled. I ran to him and turned him around, pushing him up the stairs. "Go, go, go!" I pushed him to the top of the stairs and he turned around.

"Ella, calm down! What is it?"

"Don't go down there. Max stepped on a piece of glass and it's deep in her foot. It's nasty. And right now you have an even weaker stomach then me."

Fang shivered. "Eww. Is Dr. M taking care of her?" He tried to walk towards the steps.

I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back. "Didn't you hear me? Don't go down there! Mom's taking care of her, she's in good hands."

"But--" Fang started. He didn't finish his sentence and shoved past me towards the stairs. What was wrong with this kid? Desprate times call for desprate measurs.

He was already heading down the stairs. I grabbed his hand and jerked him up, almost making him trip. I rammed him into the wall and ran up him. I can't believe I was doing this. I stood on my toes and kissed him.

I felt him trying to break free but he was pinned against the wall. He wasn't going anywhere. Eww, I was kissing a sick dude!

"Ella?!"

I pulled away from him and looked behind me. Iggy was coming out of his bedroom.

"What is wrong with you?" Fang asked. "I'm sick! You're gonna wake up tomorrow throwing up!" He tried to head for the stairs again but I jerked him back.

"I may need a whiteness."

"What's up with you lately?" Iggy asked. "Kiss me and then kiss Fang?"

"Iggy, I can explain, Max's--"

"Don't drag Max into this."

"But--"

Iggy stormed towards the bathroom and slammed the door. I looked at Fang.

"He won't listen to explanations, trust me." He walked back towards the stairs and I didn't try to stop him.

-Fang POV-

Ella didn't know what she was getting into. I felt awful, and I have a feeling I'm contagious. That's why I was staying in my room all day. But despite my fears, I hoped down the stairs and walked towards the kitchen. Max had her back turned towards me, but I saw her gripping the chair hard with Dr. M hanging over her. There was a bowl beside her, and I saw Max's foot covered in blood. I swallowed hard and tried not to puke as I walked towards them.

"Oh, Fang!" Dr. M said. "Can you go get me a wet towel?"

Max turned a little, but enough for me to see her eyes. Fear, pain, anger, and her what-do-you-think-you're-doing look. She knew I was sick, I knew I was sick, Dr. M knew I was sick, and I probably wouldn't be able to get anywhere close. I opened the laundry closet and pulled out a towel. I wet it with cold water and gave it to her. Then I smelt blood.

Apparently it showed on my face.

"Fang," Dr. M said. "Get out of here before you puke."

I nodded and looked at Max. Then I ran upstairs, to the bathroom.

I won't tell you the next part, it's really gross. Let's just say I was bent over the toilet.

Poor Ig. He was in our room when I opened the door. I collapsed onto the bed, not looking at him.

"You okay?" he asked, sitting up in his bed.

"Yeah. I washed my mouth out with like a gallon of mouthwash. How bout you?"

"Ella's a pig."

I took a deep breath and sat up. "Ig, listen. I was down the stairs just as she was coming up. She told me that Max split her foot open and that it was really gross. I didn't listen. It was the only way she could stop me from trying to go down the steps. She was only trying to protect me. And I should have listened."

Iggy swallowed and looked down. "You don't have to stick up for her."

"It's true. Look, she really likes you, and she feels really bad about what she did. She's in her room crying." Iggy frowned and looked at me. "Angel told me."

"Whatever."

Then we heard a scream--from Ella. We both jumped up and sprinted to the room Ella shared with Max. I threw open the door and gasped. Max hobbled over and grabbed my shoulder to keep from falling. Max looked in and screamed.

I'm sorry I have to end it here. I will have the next chapter up as soon as possible.

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