Summary: This series looks at everyone's thoughts as Max was trying to heal Alex in the van. Max POV.
Authors Notes: I wasn't going to do a Max POV, as it was supposed to be everyone not knowing what was going on. But at the request of my good friend Wendy, here is a Max POV.
Random Thoughts on a Dark Night
MAX
I walk to the brown van. At this
point I don't even care if someone catches us. I just have to get to him.
I put my hand over the lock and open the door and climb inside. I close the door behind me. I can't see everyone and they don't need to see this.
I put my hand over the black bag that has the body of our friend in it. I slowly unzip the bag and it sounds so loud in my ears.
I look at his body.
Alex.
I can't believe it. I go to touch his chest but I hold back. I can't do this. I can't do this.
I breathe deeply. I have to. Just breathe. In. out.
I place my hand on his cold chest. I close my eyes and look for any sign of hope.
There is none.
I'm too late.
No! Alex, I'm so sorry.
I wipe away the tears before I get out of the van. I don't want them to see me like this.
I open the doors and get out. They are all looking at me expectantly.
I close the doors behind me and walk towards them, my head down. Valenti has come out of the building and joined me on my walk to my friends. I'm so sorry.
Max?
That was from Isabel. I raise my head and look at everyone. I turn to Valenti and look at him. Please don't make me say it.
I think you should all go home now.
Kyle walks away. Maria sees the body being wheeled away and she screams. She doesn't know what its like to have to touch it. Michael takes her away.
I look down at my hand. It is covered in blood. His blood. Alex's blood. He once gave me his blood and now, not only is my hand covered in his, I can't help him like he helped me.
I look up to Isabel. She sees me look at my hand and she is on the verge of tears. She runs away and I can't help but stare after her.
I look at Liz. I hear Tess telling me to go after Izzy.
Liz...
Yeah, go after her Max.
She is upset. She is angry. I don't know what to do.
I go after Isabel.
I'm so very sorry Alex. I tried.