(Authors Note- I don't own anything in this fan fic and I have no idea what Jeb looks so if you review it then I'll get it in a later chapter)
A man, wearing a suit and looking a bit old, walked into my hospital room. I tried to disguise my disgust with confusion, so I don't know if the flash of sadness was from my lack of knowing him or the disgust.
"Maximum," he said with fake cheer. "It's so nice to see that you're awake! I've come to talk about, and clear some, things up."
I didn't say anything, but I looked up at him expectantly. He seemed bewildered by my actions but quickly recovered. Did that mean that I really didn't like him? That's odd...
"As you may know by now, you are very special." You can say that again, I thought.
"Mhmm." I mumbled.
"Well," he said but was interrupted by a doctor saying visitation hours were over. "We'll talk about this tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay." Why can't I get any answers?
The doctor who announced that visitation hours were over walked into my room. I don't know why I had a weird feeling about him. It was almost like he was a threat to me or something. Oh, well.
"Hey doc, whats the damage?"
"Well you have a concussion, but your brain has no signs of damage. It's almost like your injuries have either disappeared or you're an extraordinarily fast healer. With the wings, we're thinking it could be that your a fast healer."
"Do you have any information about the whole wing situation?"
"Unfortunately not."
I knew there was something was weird with that doctor because he pulled out a needle and you can guess what happened after that. I blacked out!
I woke up in a very bumpy ride. I realized it must be a van or any other vehicular... object? I guess I was just tired because, seriously, vehicular? Anyway, I was aware of someone else in the van and I immediately thought Eraser. Now, why would I think of a school supply? I really am tired.
"Max!" a chipper voice said.
I jumped when I heard this. The girl who had said this gasped, and I don't know why.
"Um, Max, I gasped because you jumped, and you never show any fear ever!"
She sounded scared. I guess I should have questioned how she knew I was thinking what I was thinking, but I had a more pressing question to ask.
"Who are you?"
Why does everyone have to cry or whimper when I ask them that question? The girl, from her voice, I took her to be about six or seven years old, had started to whimper, but, as if reading my mind, she stopped.
"Max, did you really lose your memory?"
I felt so bad for... I don't know. I guess I didn't like making people sad.
"Yeah. So what's your name."
"My name's Angel."