The doctors in the ER had kicked Fang out of the room, so that they could figure out what was wrong with Max. They had already partly concluded that it was a miscarriage, but they had to make sure. Every minute, Max was in more pain. Fang would pace in the waiting room, practically pulling his hair out every time he heard Max scream or cry. Ella sat in one of the chairs with her head in her hands.
The flock arrived about ten minutes after Fang, Ella, and Max did. Shortly after though, Fang was called over to the side along with Dr. M.
One of the doctors, Dr. Snyder, spoke quickly and urgently. "Valencia, your daughter had a miscarriage." Dr. M put her hand over her mouth. "We think that she may have ruptured her pelvis in some place, which caused most of the pain. As soon as we find the area of tension, we will take her into surgery. But she has lost a lot of blood and she will need a transfusion before she goes into surgery, and she said that you, Nicholas, is the only one that can donate blood to her." Dr. Snyder said, looking at Fang.
"I'm one of five people that could, yes." Fang said.
"Then come with me please. She has requested that you get your blood drawn beside her, so that she can be closer to you." The doctor said, leading Fang into Max's room. She was turned on her side, her back and wings exposed by the hospital gown that was open in the back. She did look extremely pale.
Fang went to the other side of the bed to stroke her hair; her eyes were closed. It took a couple of strokes for her to open them. As soon as her eyes focused on his, they filled with tears. "Fang, I lost the baby." She whispered, while Fang sat beside her, tightly holding her hand and stroking her face as she cried.
Another doctor came in to take Fang's blood. He flinched at the brief stab of blood, and brought their entwined hands to his lips so he could kiss back of her hand. "How are you feeling, aside from…you know." He said, attempting a grim smile.
"I'll let you know after the surgery. That's when it'll matter anyway." Two sentences that were all Fang needed, because he knew that he would have really needed to worry if she only answered in one sentence.
"It matters to me now, and every other second." Fang pressed.
"Fang…"
He shook his head. The doctor finished taking his blood and was now preparing to give it to Max. "Sir, can you please leave the room?" the doctor asked.
Fang nodded, kissing Max on the forehead once, then on the lips, eventually leaving to go back out to the waiting room. He started to pace again, but Iggy stopped him. "Fang, I'm sorry for being so harsh to you before." He said, attempting to shake Fang's hand.
"You had every right to." Fang said, not returning the gesture.
"But you're gonna have to prove to me that I can trust you. You haven't left yet, and you really did show compassion for her tonight, but it's gonnna take something a lot bigger. And I'm not talking marriage." Iggy said before walking back to his seat beside Ella.
Fang stood there until he saw Dr. Snyder wheel Max out of her room. Fang had begun to feel lightheaded, probably from giving so much blood. Max did have more of a flush though, so it was worth it. He went over and walked alongside them, holding her hand tightly in his.
"I'll be right out here when you get out of surgery." He promised.
Max looked at him with misty eyes. "It hurts, it hurts Fang and I'm scared."
Fang knew that he was the only one she would admit it to. "It'll all be okay, the doctors are going to make everything all better." He lied. He knew it was a lie because Max would never be the same after this.
I know, it's short. I'll try to make it longer if I can, but its difficult. Business is the key to a good life. Anyway, review please.
