(A/N: I know It's probably pretty dorky to get excited over three reviews, but YAY

(A/N: I know It's probably pretty dorky to get excited over three reviews, but YAY! THREE REVIEWS! W00t! Anyway, this time Fang gets sick. So there. Oh yeah, not that I'm going to put it in the story, but would a FangxNudge be called Fudge? XD Lol!!)

Fang POV

It had only been last night when Max (still asleep) had told her she loved him. I found that little dream familiar. I could almost 'remember' what was going on then. But hey, what else could I put in those empty 14 years?

Tonight we were seated in a circle, talking about things we might have been through before we were captured and given wings.

"So like, maybe, we were selected to be bird kids at some ceremony, and–" She stopped, but Nudge's lips were still moving.

I tried to say "Go on," But I found I couldn't hear my own voice.

The flock looked at me strangely.

"Fang, you don't look so good," I saw Nudge mouth.

And suddenly I was cold.

And Dizzy.

I tried to pull the ground in front of me, but my hands moved so slowly.

I watched helplessly as the flock moved slowly towards me.

I fell backwards, so slowly, that I watched the sunset.

But the sunset was moving. It was moving to the right. And back again. But all in what had to be hours, which I knew was only a second, I hit the ground, as the world slid out of focus, and blackened.

I was shivering. So thirsty. I didn't dare open my eyes. You know why? Because I would see Max's head, upside down. You know why? Because I felt my head in her lap. Ugh! I wouldn't get any water if I didn't ask for it.

Reluctantly, I opened my eyes.

"W-Water…" I croaked. It was really hard to talk right now.

She lifted my head up and gently set it down on the hard, unforgiving ground, which was lightly coated with grass and twigs.

A few moments passed as she returned with the water. I grabbed the bucket and drank every last bit.

I put my head back on the ground and gently closed my eyes. I noticed her start to leave. I grabbed her arm, stopping her.

"No. Stay. Talk." I said, as she sat back down again.

"About what?" she asked inquiringly.

"Dream."

"So you heard."

"Nevermind. Chip."

"Well I was strapped down…"

"At a vet?" I asked.

"Now that I think about it, yeah. How'd you know?"

"I can…see…almost like I can remember…"

"And then I said some things…"

"Yes, I heard. But you lost your arm. But you can move it now. So it must not be true."

"Yeah, I guess so."

Her expression was unconvinced at those last words.

"I remember sickening thoughts about that day."

"Like what? Did you see what the tugging was?"

"Yes, I did. They cut open your wrist, and salvaged a chip."

"But if we both remember it, then how can it be false?"

"I don't know…"

"You know, normally I would be totally freaked that you're not okay, and that we're in the middle of some random forest that's in the middle of nowhere, but it seems…familiar…"

"Yeah…you know what? I think next time we try to come up with something for what we did before we escaped, we should…Wait! Show me your wrist!" I said, sitting up and realizing that she would have a scar.

"Um…Okay…" She said, holding out her wrist.

"Look! A scar! That proves it!"

We both stared at the scar.

Slowly, the color started to drain from my face, with consciousness by its side.

The dream I had almost felt…real…I felt…alive…