Chapter 4

Angel's Point of View

I heard the whole fight. I heard what happened to Max. I heard Mrs. Martinez say there was nothing we could do. I heard it, but I couldn't believe it. How could someone take Max, My Max and just let her die? Max couldn't be dying. She always made it alive. She always lived through it. Always. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't think. So I just lay there staring at the wall.

"Angel? Angel are you awake?" It was Fang. I sat up in my bed and looked at him.

"Fang, what's going on?"

"We're taking Max somewhere. Somewhere where they can fix her."

"But Mrs. Martinez said moving her would be fatal." I said

"Well right now, she's going to die anyway. We have to take a chance."

I contemplated his thinking for a while and then nodded in agreement. As quietly as I could, I picked up my stuff and shoved them in a bag. Fang tried to help me put on my shoes, but I ended up getting Nudge to do it.

"Everyone ready?" Fang whispered. He didn't wait for an answer, but picked up Max and opened the door.

"What are you guys doing?" Apparently we had woken up a very tired Ella, and she was standing there, wondering what we were doing with Max and why we had all our stuff together.

There was a long awkward silence.

"Uhhhh…" Fang said. "Bye!" And then shut the door, and lifted his wings to fly. We all did the same and we were above the clouds in a matter of minutes.

Nudge's Point of View

Fang told us to be quiet, but I had this uncontrollable urge to talk.

"So where are we taking Max? Aren't we not supposed to move her? How long do we have to fly? Do you think that anyone will know how to fix her? I hope so, because that would really suck if they didn't. Fang do you think it's cold up here? I do. I'm freezing! But I guess that's because I'm not wearing a sweatshirt. Haha! Stupid me! I should probably put that on, or I'll get sick like Max. Well maybe not THAT sick. 'Cause Max is really sick and I don't want to get that sick." I gasped for air and was about to continue, but Fang gave me a really mean look and I decided against it.

"Almost there." Fang said, annoyed. He began to slowly swoop lower, still carrying Max in his arms. I always thought that he was way too boring when he talked. He never had any excitement, and he never said much. But I guess that's Fang for you.

I began to follow Fang, closing my wings every once in a while to drop farther down. Then I noticed that we were approaching a very large building, with loads of floors and some ambulances outside.

"Fang why are we taking Max to a hospital? Remember last time we went to a hospital? It ended up with Erasers if you don't. I mean I wouldn't blame you if you did forget. Because you were hurt and all, but I still don't think…"

Fang cut me off with another one of his looks, and I decided not to talk for a while.

Fang's Point of View

I love Nudge, she's a great kid, but sometimes once she gets that motor mouth going, all I can think about is duct tape.

I started to wonder if taking Max to a hospital was the right thing to do. Nudge was right, though, last time we went to a hospital it didn't turn out well. But this was the only place that I knew of. Well, maybe not. Jeb would probably know what to do, but God knows where he is.

We landed on the ground about 100 yards from the hospital, and began to walk. Max started shivering all over.

Opening the door to the Emergency Room, I looked inside. It was about 4 in the morning, so there weren't many people there.

The woman working at the desk noticed us and came over. "Excuse me, is there anything that I could do to help?"

I nodded and looked down at Max. Her skin was a waxy yellow color, and her lips were white.

"Oh my goodness." The lady said, and pulled Max out of my arms. I could tell she was surprised by how little she weighed, but that's an avian bird kid for you.

"I'm taking her to a doctor now." The woman said. "Nancy, would you take these kids to room B175 to wait?"

An old woman pushed us into a small examination room and closed the door. There was only one chair and an examination table in the room. I called the chair, and Nudge and Angel sat on the table. Iggy and Gazzy sat on the ground. And then… we waited.