After Max's burial, the Flock scattered to their different areas of their home.

Fang escaped to his silent hall, where he still had to clean Max's blood from off the floor and bed.

He hadn't noticed that Nudge had followed him to his room, trying to figure out what Fang did what he did.

"Fang, do you need help?"Nudge asked, leaning down to help.

"My mess to clean up." Fang mumbled lightly, gathering the bloody sheets off of his bed.

"Yes, but I would like to help." she said, her eyes looking away.

"No. It'll make you upset." he said, noticing tears that were forming in her eyes as she looked at Max's blood.

"I'm already upset." Nudge said, doing her very best to keep her cool.

"I'm the oldest and I say no!" Fang nearly yelled, his own calm act shattered.

"Um.... O-okay, I guess." Nudge said, disappearing to her room.

Fang sighed, and got to work.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Ignore me, I'm just a line break! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

After about an hour of crying in her room, Angel left to get something to snack on for lunch. About halfway there, she heard a soft voice that sounded like Nudge, and it was murmuring under it's breath, making it quite hard to hear what words were being said.

Angel rushed to the source of the voice, the kitchen. She was greeted with blood on the floor and all over the sink. Nudge was on the floor, crying and murmuring something still not understandable. She was covered in blood and it took Angel a minute to realize that it was Nudge's blood.

Nudge was holding her wrists tightly and swaying back and forth. She seamed to not wanting to be hurt any longer. Though this was unconvincing since she had a bloody knife resting in front of her.

"What happened?" Angel asked, panic striking her voice. Nudge looked away, and didn't answer.

"Nudge!" she exclaimed, knowing there was something wrong when Nudge didn't talk. Angel dropped to her knees and put her hands on Nudge's shoulders. She traced her way down to where Nudge's hands rested. She carefully untangled Nudge's hands fro her wrist and gasped. There were deep cut marks and it looked like she had attempted to saw her hands off.

"I'm sorry.... I'm sorry.... I couldn't handle this anymore, I grabbed the sharpest thing around.... It feel's so good, Angel. The pain in my wrists cuts off the pain in my chest. It's this light hearted feeling... Don't get mad at me, Angel. I'm just not myself without Max." Nudge said, her eyes glazing over and she looked like she was going to pass out at any moment.

"Fang! Come quick!" Angel called, as Nudge was protesting.

"I don't want Fang to see me like this. Please tell him not to come." She said, in a desperate pleading voice.

"Nudge, you're losing to much blood, you're killing yourself. I couldn't stand to lose you too... Max was enough. Max was more then enough. You can't die to...." Angel said, turning lightly, letting go of Nudge's wrists. She noticed the dark figure of Fang in the doorway of the kitchen.

"What are you doing, Monique? Do you want us to bury you too?" Fang said, walking up, and pulling Nudge onto her unsteady feet. He dragged her to the bloody sink and turned the hot water knob. He jerked her arms under the steaming waters, washing away excess blood.

Nudge struggled, and let more tears fall. "Fang, stop! It's burning me!" she cried, trying to pull away from his strong grip. Her skin was swollen from the deep cuts, and was now turning a deep pinkish color that outcasted her dark pigments. "Fang, the water is burning me!" she complained.

"Nudge, Fang is thinking that you're wrong for trying to kill yourself when we just lost Max. He wants us all to just forget what happened. He knows that now you are going to be burdened by some of Max's duties, but that is no reason to mutilate yourself." Angel said, still staying on the floor, her eyes looking at Fang, with a deep look in her eyes.

Nudge still fought against Fang's grip, because the water was making light welts on her skin.

Finally, he pulled her wrist pout from under the water, then pushed her away from the sink. "Stay right there." he commanded.

Fang disappeared, then reappeared with bandages and long strip of gauze.

He grabbed her right hand and began wrapped the large wrap around Nudge's wrist. About halfway through the gauze, he stopped and cut it, then started on her other wrist. He tapped both of the ends of the gauze, then let a frown creep upon his face, "Nudge, you clean up your mess." he said, before leaving without another word.

Nudge felt tears burning in her eyes, as Fang's words had not only leaked but poured venom. Though Fang had used manners, and said please, his voice bled outrage and sheer anger.

"It'll be okay, Nudge. I just know that things will get better." Angel said, now standing by Nudge--actually hold her up--and lightly patted her shoulders.

"But it's not okay now..." Nudge pouted lightly. "I don't know how to coop with the pain I have, and it seams like everyone but you have turned on me."

"Even Gazzy? He's not one to turn on people."

"I don't know. I'm not sure of anything anymore." Nudge said, picking at the tape holding gauze into place.

"Don't pick at it. We don't have a lot of gauze or tape." Angel said, lightly bumping Nudge's hand.

"Sorry, I'm just nervous. I feel like I'm being watched." Nudge said, looking at the already blood stained bandages on her arm.

"That's be cause you are. The people that have made Fang kill Max have constant surveillance over us. They want to know exactly what Fang lives with all day, and what he does all day long.

"They see us change?" Nudge said. Her face would have been red, if she hadn't have lost so much blood.

"Yes, and they don't care to see us, only the way our wings fit onto our backs. Why do you think Ive been letting my wings relax instead of having then fit to my back?"

"Uh-huh?" Nudge said, her shoulders shuddering, then her wings revealed themselves through the slits in her T-shirt. "I'm tired. Night, Angel. You should get some sleep too. It's been a very long day." she said, giving Angel a small hug.

"Night. I'll catch up. I have to go talk to Iggy and Gazzy, and see how they are. Oh, and I'll clean this for you." she said, noticing that the blood loss from Nudge's cut made her exhausted.

"Thank you, night." Nudge said, waving off, then disappearing through the hall to her room.