Here's the next chapter. I really don't have much to say, so here it is ****************************************************************************************** "FANG!" Max. She was downstairs yelling my name. Groaning, I got up and out of my bed. What is so wrong with sleep?
When I got downstairs, the kitchen was a mess. There were broken eggs on the counter, on the floor, and even in Max's hair. Flour was everywhere and some sort of goo was splattered on everyone and everything. I couldn't help but smile. It was so funny.
"What happened here? Did you try to cook again?" I asked her. The rest of the flock was down here already cleaning up.
"No. Iggy was cooking and accidentally dropped a bomb into it. That is why this mess is here." She handed me a mop. "Start cleaning."
After at least an hour and a half later, the kitchen looked much better. The doorbell rang, and I walked over to answer it.
"What are you doing?" Max asked me.
"Opening the door."
"In your boxers?" I looked down at myself. I was wearing black boxers and no shirt.
"You're right. I'll go change." I headed up the stairs and Max answered the door.
When I came down, Lissa was sitting on the couch and Max had her head in her hands.
"Nick!" Lissa hoped up and ran towards me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my mouth for what seemed like forever.
"Are you ready to go to the park?" she asked me. I looked at Max and saw her head still in her hands.
"Max? Are you okay?" I asked her. She still stayed like that without moving.
"MAX!" I rushed to her side and felt for a temperature. She was way hot and didn't look so good. I moved her so she was lying down.
"Iggy!" I yelled, not even thinking about our "secret" names. He rushed out of the kitchen.
"What's wrong?"
"It's Max, and I don't know."
He felt her forehead. "Go get me a thermometer, now!" I ran up the stairs to get what Iggy wanted. I rushed back down the stairs and handed it to Iggy. He stuck it in her mouth, waited a minute or two, and then took it out.
"What does it say?" he asked me.
"Uhhh… 116!?" I answered. Iggy turned his sightless eyes towards me.
"We have to take her to the hospital." Iggy said. He went to go round up the flock.
"I'll take her. Don't tell the others yet." I picked her up and walked outside.
"What are you doing?" Lissa asked me. I didn't care about her then. All I was thinking about was Max. Please live Max. Please live. I spread open my pitch black wings and took off towards where Dr. Martinez was staying for the week.
Not to long later, I reached the hotel Dr. Martinez was staying at. I rushed through the doors and ran to her room. I knocked down the door and laid Max on the bed.
"Please help her." I told Dr. Martinez she started examining her daughter and turned her over to look at the back of her neck. We both gasped, and that's saying something. I never gasp.
On the back of her neck were blue numbers. She was going to die in exactly two week from today.
****************************************************************************************** I hope you liked it! I'll be updating quicker from now on (I hope). Max might die if you don't review.
~WG4l~