I don't own Max Ride. I also don't own Hero by Enrique Iglesias.
Fang POV
(Insert-swear-word-of-your-choice here.)
Obviously enough, our little swimming trip was cancelled.
I flew down to where Max had fallen, bitter that I hadn't been able to catch her in time. She looked bruised up, but not bad. But she was shivering really, really violently.
"Oh, jeez," Iggy said as soon as he landed. "I can feel her heat from here." He waggled his fingers, which were an inch away from Max's beautiful face. (I never said that.)
Okay, if you say so, Angel always found the worst times to be in my head. Then I realized something. Angel, can you tell me everything that happened from when we took off? She consented and scrunched her cute little face up in concentration.
At first, everything seemed okay. She even giggled once. But then Angel paled. Oh, man. I braced myself as Angel sent me mental pictures.
First they were just innocent thoughts, about swimming, Nudge's motor mouth, how she needed to take Total back to Akila so he would stop grumbling, how much she loved me, how I would be shirtless, -- Woah. I tried to backtrack, but the images kept coming. I heard the Voice.
Maximum, it began. You need to focus on bigger things than your boyfriend, because a threat is coming, right about now. Then I felt the pain.
Searing, white-hot pain. Accompanied by images of people being tortured, people dying, dog crates, oh, this just got worse and worse.
Then I felt more pain; physical. This must have been when Max fell. I told Angel to please stop, and tried my best to treat Max's fever. I put on my emotionless mask, and gestured for Nudge and Gazzy to come over, since they looked as if they were both on the brink of tears. Heck, we were all on the brink of tears.
"Nudge, Gazzy," I said, trying out my best leader voice, "go find us some water." Nodding, they left, padding through the brush of this random forest.
I glanced over at Ig, who was looking even more worried. "What's up, man?" I asked weakly.
"Her pulse is really weak. Oh my God. It's gone. Her pulse is gone."
My mind seemed to shut down, and all I could think of was some TV special that taught CPR. I was like a machine, not thinking, just going, and hoping I had listened properly.
Check for breaths. None.
Rescue breaths-One, two.
Hands in the center of the chest, push one, two, three, four, five…
Head tilt, chin lift, pinch the nose, breathe once, and exhale. Twice, exhale.
Hands in the center of the chest, second time, two, two, three, four, five…
After my tenth set of compressions, I felt a weak pulse, stopped, and thanked the Lord.
I scooped Max up in my arms as Nudge and Gazzy returned with two pails of water. (Where they got the pails, I may never know.) I tore off a piece of the "emergency bandage-slash-compress shirt we kept in my backpack, soaked it, and cooled Max's forehead, stroking her hair and humming, more to myself than to her.
I can be your hero baby
I can kiss away the pain
I will stand by you forever
You can take… my breath away.
I had heard the song in Aeropostale, and it had seemed pointless, but I had memorized it anyways. Now, it seemed like a fitting song to the current situation.
I looked around the campsite, as the flock had fallen silent, jaws on the ground.
"You have a pretty singing voice, Fang," Angel said, smiling. Iggy snickered. Note to self: kill the blind pyro. I nodded a thanks, feeling my cheeks grow hot.
I kept Max close to me, in case she went into cardiac arrest again, but after a while, (a while being exactly five hours, eight minutes, and forty-seven seconds later, not that I counted) Max stirred.
"F-fang?" She shivered, and I hugged her close. I felt her arms weakly hug me back. Oh, God, I really loved her.
And after our experience, I was sure she felt the same.
YAY!!!!!!!!
Should I end it here?
Press the green button!!!!!
xx Lys
