A/N: Ok! Here's Chapter 2! I really like how I wrote it, and so does "Singer" (as in, the person who's the "Singing" part of my user"). Please review, and enjoy!
Max's POV:
I woke up felling like I had just gone through hell and back.
"Good morning, Max," I heard Fang say. I opened my eyes and saw I was in an actual bed. Fang was sitting at the edge of the bed, his unemotional mask in place, showing none of his feelings.
"Where are we?" I asked. I could we weren't at my mom's house.
"I checked us into a hotel. The person at the front desk said we didn't have to pay for tonight since they read my blog," he said. I could tell Fang was amused at this, but he was trying not to show it.
"Where's the rest of the flock?" I could see Fang's expression change immediately. "Are they okay?" I asked, starting to get worried by his reaction.
"Well, they're out flying. I don't know where, but you can't go anywhere," he said sternly.
"Why not?" I demanded. I tried to sit up, but pain shot up my back as I did. I cringed.
"That's why. You broke a few wing bones near your spine, so, by your mother's orders, you can't move at all for a week or two so you can heal."
"A week or two! Without moving! AT ALL!" I practically screamed in outrage.
"No. No moving at all. One or two weeks," he repeated sternly. "Your mother left me something to give you if you're difficult that'll make it so that you're asleep," he added, pointing at a needle on the bed-side table.
I stared at the shot for a few seconds and then glared at him.
"If you put that needle anywhere near my body, I swear I'll make you regret it," I threatened, still glaring at him. I loved him and all, but that would be too much.
Fang sighed. "I don't want to sedate you again, but I will if I have to."
"Wait, 'again'? Meaning...Oh, crap, how long have I been asleep for?" I asked.
"Almost three days. I hated when your mom did the shot, but you were screaming and thrashing, making it impossible for her to set your bones."
I listened as he spoke, not wanting to know what I had acted like.
"Max?" he asked slowly, almost nervously.
"Yes, Fang?" I replied, curious about what was on his mind.
"Well, we're both 18, legal adults," he said. I was sure he was nervous now. I could almost hear a slight shake in his voice.
"And...?" I hedged. I could almost imagine what he was going to say, but I couldn't believe it.
"And I wanted to know, before anything else, if you love me, Max."
"Of course," I said quietly.
"And I love you," he said, his voice having small tremors every other word. "Max. Maximum, I love you. I promise to love you my entire life, as long as I live," he took out a small, gray box and got on the floor, putting one knee on the ground. "Max, will you marry me?"
I was dumbfounded, in a good way, but still. I looked from the box in his hand to his deep, brown eyes.
"Yes," I whispered. He opened the box and took out a small, amethyst ring with a gold band and two small diamonds on either side of it, and slipped it onto my finger. It fit perfectly, like it was made for me. He leaned close to me, and our lips met. It was the most glorious moment of my life.
After what felt like a century, we broke apart.
"When should it be?" asked Fang. I knew he was referring to our wedding.
"Spring," I said with only a small hesitation to think. "When everything starts anew."
He smiled and leaned down to kiss me again.