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Disclaimer: I own Maximum Ride just as much as I own House MD. Now here is a question: Are they owned by the same person? Answer: Not at all. Think about it.

(Kelsey POV)

Kelsey sat with her head in her hands. She had screwed up at every possible place with this: taking blood from a kid who had already lost a significant amount, allowing herself to be tied to a tree when there were two kids in critical condition, getting caught up in conversations instead of working, and now not monitoring the girl's condition closely enough. Max had now developed; a fever, chills, dizziness, back pain, and was showing early signs of kidney failure. It wasn't a hard diagnosis. She was reacting to the blood transfusion, which meant that not checking their blood types had been a big mistake.

But she had to make sure. There was little she could do for a transfusion reaction other than to treat the symptoms, but if Max's symptoms weren't caused by a reaction, then it was important to figure out what the cause was. Fang and Max would have to have their blood types tested.

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(Fang POV)

Fang stood silently, watching the flock sleep. All but Max's face was peaceful, their breathing even. He smiled down at them. Kelsey had provided all of them with their own room, but they had instead chosen to sleep in the same room as Max. Keeping watch over their fearless leader, terrified that she would not wake.

Max's face was covered in perspiration, and her mouth was turned down into a silent grimace of pain. Her breathing was uneven and weak, but sleep was still a drastic improvement from her waking hours. Fang grimaced as he remembered the past day. Max had slipped in and out of consciousness, just as her fever and risen and fallen. And then, there were her eyes, full of raw panic hidden behind an emotionless mask, after a laborious trip to the bathroom. The words, whispered so quietly that he had barely been able to hear, even with his enhanced hearing, "There was… blood." He repeated her words to himself. What was happening to her?

Suddenly, the door cracked open and Kelsey appeared. She beckoned to him, and then disappeared from the doorway. Fang silently followed, closing the door behind him. As he turned to look at the woman who was supposed to be helping his friend, he was suddenly furious. Betraying no outward signs of his inner rage, he said nothing, waiting for Kelsey to speak.

"Ummm…" Kelsey appeared immensely uncomfortable, and Fang's prolonged silence was not helping, "I think that I know what's wrong with Max," she said in a rush.

In a low, monotonous voice that was somehow more threatening then anything, Fang asked, "Then why- aren't you doing anything about it." It was more of a statement then a question.

Unnerved further by his response, Kelsey's next words were rushed. "Based on her symptoms and the fact that she had a recent blood transfusion, I think that she might be reacting to your blood."

Fang felt a pang of guilt. It was what he had been afraid of. His blood had done this to her: he had done this to her. "What can we do?" he asked quietly.

"I need to make sure. I'll have to test both of your blood types, but if it is a transfusion reaction… there isn't much more that we can do."

"Fine" Fang muttered, holding out his arm, and closing his eyes. "Are you gonna do it or not?" he asked about thirty seconds later, when nothing had happened.

"I already did," she replied. Opening his eyes, he was surprised to see Kelsey, smiling and shaking a vial of his blood.

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(Kelsey POV)

Kelsey stared, dumbfounded at the blood in the microscope. She had tested their blood types, and they had both been A positive. To make sure she had combined the blood, and waited for the reaction to happen, but it didn't. And that meant that whatever was happening to Max, it wasn't because of the blood.

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(Iggy POV)

Iggy was sitting beside the pond while the others swam. He had now been in charge for about two days, and he didn't like it. Max was sick, well… more than sick. And Fang was spending all his time with her or Kelsey, leaving him in charge of the other three. Talk about feeling helpless. Not only did he not know the area, was distracted with worry for Max, but the kids were getting restless. How did Max handle them? As it was, he was letting them swim, and whatever else they wanted to do.

Suddenly, Iggy heard a very familiar sound. Wings beating, and mechanical gears churning. Flyboys! "Angel, Nudge, Gazzy!" he shouted.

"We see them," responded Angel's voice, in his head. "How many?" he thought. Rather than answering, Angel sent him a mental picture of about fifty flyboys, heading towards them.

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AU: Sorry, sorry, sorry. I know that I haven't updated in about a million years, and that this one is really short. I just wanted to give you guys something. I promise to update as soon as I can. And please, please review. It's so much harder to sit down and write without some reviews!