Here is Chapter 4. When I read this to Carter, she said she started to tear up(she prob. lied). I hope you like it. I also wanna apologize for the shortness. I just wanted to get these past two chapters out of the way. Please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride. You don't own Maximum Ride.
"Get the kids out of here," Iggy ordered as Fang stood up and shooed Nudge, Angel, and Gazzy into the playroom and pulled out the bed in the couch for them before turning on a movie.
"Just… stay here. Please?" I heard him say from the playroom.
I leaned back up on couch, shuddering and taking shaky, quick breaths. I looked over at Iggy, busy mopping up the mess and replacing it with a bucket.
Fang walked back in, carrying a warm blanket. He gently put his hand behind my neck and lifted me forwards to wrap the blanket around my arms.
My eyes widened as I pushed him out of the way, leaning over and promptly vomiting more blood into the bucket.
"Oh crap," Iggy said, concerned, as he took my pulse on my neck.
Fang bit his lip, his eyes meeting Iggy's for just a split second, both acknowledging the once upon a time unthinkable:
I was dying.
Iggy told Fang to keep pressing on the wound, and Fang, still shirtless, used his shirt to press on the gaping hole.
Iggy left the room, probably to go check on the younger ones, and I leaned over and threw up again, less this time.
"You look like a ghost," Fang said quietly, startling me.
"Excuse me?" I said, surprised. Fang chuckled, looking away from me.
"I mean, you're all pale and everything," I smiled; with all the life I had left, and started to close my eyes.
It felt like someone had draped a heavy, weighted blanket all over me.
"...So….tired," I murmured, frowning.
"Max…" Fang, whined, for once, and kneeled down next to me, "Please." I made a pained expression, squeezing my eyes shut.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered, my bloodstained lips barely making a sound. I was sorry.
Fang gently leaned his head down on my stomach, and I swear I felt actual tears coming from his eyes for the first time in my life.
He stood up, carefully, trying to conceal himself as he wiped away the tears.
I felt his hand cup gently behind my neck, the other on my chin.
Oh, lord.
He leaned down, slowly, carefully, and kissed me, gently then ever, as if I were as fragile as paper. Which I probably was.
Butterflies jumped in my stomach, threatening more vomiting. I held it back with all the strength left in my body and wrapped my arms around his bare back, feeling so right.
I could feel I was slipping away, my body was growing weaker and so was my willpower to fight.
"I love you," I heard Fang whisper.
And with one more breath, that was the end of Maximum Ride.
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-Hope