Okay, sorry it took me a while to update. I've just been busy with my other stories. So calm down and just make do with Fang: Part Three for now. On to Chapter 8!
The time that Max was in surgery seemed to stretch on for ever and ever. The flock went down to the cafeteria to get something to eat. Fang sat with Dr. Martinez and attempted to make small talk with her, with little success. Both of them were a little preoccupied. But Fang did find himself wondering if Dr. M was mad at him though, for potentially taking Max's life away from her.
It had been two hours when she finally spoke to him. "I'm not mad at you by the way." She said, somehow knowing what he was thinking about. "It could have happened to anyone, and this happens everyday." She said, her voice sounding dead. Fang wasn't even sure if she was talking to him or not. "I went through it once. The first time Jeb and I tried to conceive. That was went we split up. We were together, but after this he left me. Two years later he showed up wanting me to take part in this science experiment that would change the world. It certainly changed the world for me. I went to vet school, where I learned all about birds and other avian beings. I also took a biology class to learn about genes and the recombinant DNA theory, but somehow in the midst of Ella's childhood, I forgot about my first daughter that had been taken from me. I knew she had wings, and I thought the only name that would ever be right for her would be Maximum Ride. Even as a newborn, she seemed to have that fierce look in her eyes, and the invincible way she looked at everyone and everything.
"And when she came back in my life that day she was shot, I hoped that through her I would be able to meet Jeb again. But the more I thought about him, the more David could tell that there was someone else, and he split just two weeks after Max came to me." She shook her head, staring blankly in front of her.
Fang had his hands folded in front of him, leaning over slightly. He looked over his shoulder at Dr. M, wanting to reach out and comfort, but not finding the strength to.
"I'm happy she has you back Fang. I know that you are not going to leave her, I trust you. It's just that you didn't see her after you left. She was so broken, it was a miracle when she saved the world. We were worried that she was just going to kill herself instead. But on the night of the banquet in Washington D.C. she broke down again. She lay in bed and didn't even bother to come out to say goodbye to us."
Fang remembered that night. He remembered her because he saw her that night. Fang had flown to Washington D.C. to see if she would be there, and he perched on the roof of the FBI building as he watched the limo go down the road to the National Archives, where the flock plus Dr. M and Ella got out and entered the building. He waited for Max to get out of the limo, and when he didn't see her he flew back to Dr. M's house. He made the trip in a day, and it was the next day, but she was still alone at her mom's house. He crept in Max's open window and sat by her bed as she slept. She muttered his name a few times and even proclaimed her love for him a couple times. One time she started to whimper and cry in her sleep, and Fang clasped her hand, but immediately regretted it. The crying stopped, and she smiled faintly and whispered his name once more. She opened her eyes, but before they could adjust, Fang was gone.
"I didn't mean to hurt her so much." Fang whispered. "I was hoping that with the note she would just move on, but it obviously had the opposite effect."
They sat in silence for a while, and eventually Iggy came back up to the waiting room with food for a sleeping Ella. He shook her awake, and she smiled at him and patted her bulging stomach before kissing him. He handed her a small boxed salad and sat down, putting his arm around her shoulders.
Fang looked away. That was something he and Max wouldn't have after all. They would never have the joy of having a child, or being new parents. They would never have those sleepless nights of feeding and changing diapers, they would never need to buy those extra boxes of cereal for their young child, they would never take their kid to their first day of school, and – Fang thanked God for this one – they would never need to have the talk with their child.
Soon after Fang's mental breakdown, the doctors emerged from the doors and told the waiting flock and others that they could see Max.
Dr. M went in alone first, where she stayed for a while, and then when she came out the flock took her spot, including Ella. When they came out, Fang knew he couldn't avoid seeing just how damaged Max was any longer, and he took those steps to her room, shutting the door behind him.
She was lying propped up on some pillows, her eyes faintly closed. She heard him come in and opened her eyes. They were still sad, but somewhat focused. "It took you long enough." She whispered.
"You're not mad at me?" he asked, sitting on the side of her bed taking her hand.
"It's only going to hurt for a few days Fang." She said, narrowing her eyes.
Fang shook his head. "Physically, but aren't sad?"
"Of course. But this happens to people everyday Fang."
"If you're upset, you know you can talk to me."
Max laughed, and in her laugh he could hear the tears she was hiding. When he looked in her eyes, he knew just how shattered she really was. This wasn't going to be easy.
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