Max POV
What are you supposed to do when your little Angel is having a seizure?
I don't know. That's part of the reason why I was FREAKING OUT.
Everyone was screaming. Gazzy, cuz he thought it was his fault. Nudge, because Angel was her only younger sister. Iggy, because he was supposed to be in the room playing with them. Total, because everyone else was doing it. Angel because—that, I don't know. And yet, through all this chaos, Fang was still calm. How the heck does he do that? I want a sip of whatever he's drinking!
He was kneeling up by her head, holding down my poor Angel's arms as she bucked, struggled, and screamed. Iggy had her legs, and I was trying to calm her down. Nothing was working.
"Shh! Shh, Angel! Angel, calm down! Ange, relax!"
I got so annoyed at her squealing that I almost sent her bottom teeth up into her head when I tried to shut her mouth. "Shuddup!"
Iggy's nose was bleeding, due to a whack from Angel's wild sneaker. He wrestled for control of her feet. I felt bad that he got that end. She hadn't bathed in weeks. Her feet stuuuuuuunk. P.U!
Nudge was pulling her hair and whining to herself.
"This can't be happening, this cannot be happening, this is all a dream, you're about to wake up, Angel is fine, everything's okay…"
I was kinda exhausted by this time. I mean, I was almost asleep. Sleepy Max=Cranky Max. "Nudge, if you actually want her to be alright, COME HELP!"
Nudge seemed to snap out of it, and she ran to still Angel's bucking stomach. Angel struggled, but it was no use.
She gave up and stopped. Her breath was gasps, raging with need through her body. Her eyes opened, and they were back to just scared blue. They darted around the hotel room.
I sighed in relief, and even smiled a bit (even though absolutely nothing was fixed.) "It's okay. Don't worry, Angel, it's—."
"That's not my name," Angel butted in.
"What? Honey what are you talking about, Angel—."
"I told you, that's not my name. That's not even a cool nickname!"
"Angel, what do you—?"
"My name is Angelica!"