I AM SO HAPPY! Okay, so I may not have gotten as many reviews as I wanted for chapter eight (I just wanted three more… but oh well!), but five minutes after I posted that chapter, it was like- BAM!- instant reviews! AH-MAY-ZING! That's what you guys are :)
Thanks to Fuzzylogic11 for making me realize something! Lots of people suggested Fang visit max, so… Here you go!
And keep in mind what the Voice said in chapter seven throughout the story. That's VERY important- FYI.
"Hospital rooms seem to have vastly more ceiling than any rooms people live in."
-- Bertha Damon
*MAX POV*
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I tried to lift my arm to press the snooze button on my alarm clock, but there was a tug at my arm that kept me from stopping the annoying noise. I opened my eyes and looked down at my arm. I saw a needle hooked up to a chord that was connected to an IV bag.
Wait a second… A needle, IV bag…
That's when the day's events rushed back to me. I closed my eyes and groaned, causing whoever was in my room to look up.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I was in the hospital. That annoying beeping wasn't my alarm clock; it was one of the machines in my starch white room that measured my heart rate or whatever.
I must have fallen asleep after I got into the ambulance. I don't remember actually arriving at the hospital, or being taken into it either. I had been exhausted…
I blame the spit.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Then again, my conscious was the one that caused me to be surprised, which lead to chocking on my spit…
Oh, it was so going to get its metaphorical ass kicked!
That is, when I figure out how to kick someone's ass in my head…
Beep. Beep. Beep.
That annoying beeping caused me to return to current matters. I opened my eyes and looked around. The room was, presumably, white and contained five expensive-ish looking machines.
All hooked up to me.
Why the heck am I hooked up to so many machines?! I'm alive, aren't I? I thought as I continued surveying the rest of the room.
There was a giant black window to the left of me. It made the room a little less claustrophobic. I wonder why the window is black though…?
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Then I realized that there were small white dots at the way top of the window. Stars, I realized. Duh! The window's black because it's night time out! How could I miss that? I thought to myself.
Only then did I realize the nine people sitting on whatever they could. Couches, floors, chairs, tables- You name it, one of them is most likely sitting on it.
They meaning Mom, Dad, Ella, Angel, Nudge, Iggy, Fang, Gazzy, and Cayley. And all of the aforementioned were looking at one thing.
Me.
Can you say 'creepy'? I would rather not have everyone look at me, it just made me feel even more claustrophobic- if that's possible.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Mom must have noticed my stress, because she ushered everyone out of the room and locked the big door behind them.
I let out a sigh of relief. Did I mention that my mom is the best?
"How are you feeling honey?" she asked.
"I'm fine." I replied.
"Good." She said while pulling out a batch of chocolate chip cookies.
"Mom!" I squealed "You are awesome!" I continued squealing while reaching for the cookies, making the universal (yet toddler-ish) gesture for 'gimme'.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Once again, I was reminded of the annoying things attached to me. I would have forgotten too, if it wasn't for those pestering beeps and the IV chord hooked to my arm!
"Oh. Right." Mom started, putting down the cookies on a nearby table. She must have seen me look at the machines. "The doctors were worried about you. Not many people choke on their own spit you know…" She added with a playful wink. "They just wanted to make sure you were okay. Hence, the multitude of doctor machine-thingies."
I couldn't help it; I laughed. Have you ever heard a grown women- much less your mom- say 'doctor-thingies'? I sure as heck haven't.
Mom smiled and said, "I am so glad you are okay."
Beep. Beep. Beep.
An annoyed expression took over my features.
"I would be better if this conversation didn't have to have background music." I hinted, pointing at the machine making said annoying 'background music'.
Mom nodded her head, pressed the nurses' button, and unlocked the doors- causing eight people to come tumbling all the way down to the ground.
"Hasn't anyone ever taught you not to eavesdrop?" I asked, trying to hold in another burst of laughter.
"They may have mentioned it…" Iggy mumbled, causing Cayley to laugh flirtatiously, and Ella to send her a glare.
Not that Iggy would notice. It's like the dude is freaking blind!
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Do you need help with anything, Max?" Fang asked, not noticing that some worry was seeping into his voice.
"Uh, yeah. Come here a sec." I said. He walked over. "Do you think you can unplug the machine that's making all that noise? All I can seem to hear is 'Beep. Beep. Freaking Beep!'" I exclaimed, practically yelling at the end.
He gave a soft laugh, while replying with a 'yeah'. I didn't hear his reply, though. His laugh had caught me off guard.
It was low and musical. I was seriously thinking about recording it and listening to it over and over again. But then, of course, the nurse came in…
While Fang happened to be pulling the plug of the annoying machine out of the socket.
"Young man! Get your hand off that right n-"
Beep. Beep. Bee-
It had finally stopped! Yes! I felt like pumping my first in the air, opening the window, and flying out of the tiny white room. But, of course, I couldn't. You would need wings or something in order to do that. And we all know a human with wings is impossible.
Now I can ignore my claustrophobia without background music.
I closed my eyes and let out a sigh of relief for the second time that day.
I could faintly hear Fang being reprimanded by the nurse for playing with doctors' equipment. He didn't point fingers and blame me like I thought he would. Like he usually would. He just stood there and took the blame for something I asked him to do.
I opened one eye and looked curiously at Fang- Studying him.
He was looking at me too, but much more intensely. He wasn't even paying attention to the nurse. I think she could tell. She had a very frustrated look on her face (it was funny to watch though…).
But, I was more interested in Fang. He had a million emotions swimming through his eyes. The one I saw the most was one I just couldn't recognize. And, of course, that frustrated me. It was something I didn't know, after all! And I, Maximum Ride, need to know everything.
I beckoned Fang over and bluntly asked, "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"
"Like what, Max?" He asked, pretending to be innocent.
"Oh, I think we all know that you know that I know that you knew what I was talking about!" I barked.
"Huh?" everyone asked, looking at me like I was mental. Which is possible; I have a voice in my head, after all!
Anyway, have these people ever heard of privacy? First, the eavesdropping, now… the eavesdropping. Again.
I sighed, glared at Fang, and sarcastically muttered under my breath, "Oh-so-innocent Fang has no idea whatsoever what I am talking about. Sure. Of course. I seemed to have said that in Latin. Sorry to all that didn't understand!"
Iggy must have heard, even though he was farther away then Fang (who didn't hear), and laughed out loud.
"Max, Max, Max," he said, wiggling his finger at me. "What are we going to do with you?"
"Well, I was hoping you would take me out of this place, and then keep me. But, you know, that's just a hope." I retorted, rolling my eyes. "Oh, and I want those cookies. Now."
"Well, at least we all know the old Max is back!" Ella suddenly exclaimed, causing us all to laugh.
Yeah, yeah. Not very interesting. Oh well. I am trying to figure out how to get certain things into this story.
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Oh mi gee! Okay. So there are these awards going on and it would be totally awesome if someone nominated me!
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OR
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So, if you guys want to nominate me for anything that would be TOTALLY AWESOME!! Even if I don't win, it's the thought that counts!
I want at least 167 reviews before I update! I need all those in fifteen hours, or else I won't be able to update for four days!!! O.O
So, that's my deadline. If you awesome reviewers can't reach it, then a new chapter will have to be posted on Monday instead :(
~Mo~
"Hospital rooms seem to have vastly more ceiling than any rooms people live in."
-- Bertha Damon
