I love it when I log onto Facebook and I have 34 notifications just from one friend. Ahah I love her she's the best.
Anyhoo, you have her to thank for this chapter 'cause that put me in a good mood and I decided to write another chapter. :]
LovelyMidnightSpark-Haha I'm already plotting the perfect cliffie for the end of this chapter :). Lol just kidding, I don't plan anything. And ugh for nosy moms! :P
Sierra156-Perhaps in this chapter..? Idk I haven't decided yet lol. But I'm gonna try to make this one long, so there's probably gonna be the grand breakup scene at the end :D
Night Wolf- Aah. Lucky! And I ramble too! Old habits die hard lol
Thanks to everyone who reviewed. :]
Btw I probably won't be able to update that fast cause I have my friends birthday party tonight. And it goes til like noon tomorrow. And by the time I get back, I will be in no mood to write.
Time to stop rambling and start typing. Btw this is Max POV again. It's always Max POV unless it says otherwise.
I was hovering on that distinct line between awake and asleep. Like, I could hear what was going on, I had the use of my senses, but my mind was still half asleep, refusing to let the rest of my body wake up. I could hear a sluggish beeping close to my head. The beeping was enough I fully wake me up. I struggled to open my eyes.
What I saw was a blindingly white room staring me in the face, with at least four people hovering over me wearing doctor's masks. They were looking at me like I was a science experiment, and that immediately put me on edge and made me uncomfortable. Time for the science fair to end.
"Back. . .off," I said wearily. My voice sounded weak and whispery, and I struggled to make my voice sound stronger. "Give me some breathing room." I coughed and suddenly became awake of a throbbing pain in my head. I forced my mind to rewind and paused on when I'd been walking outside. I'd slipped. . .and hit my head on a flower pot. I lifted my hand gingerly to my head, but a doctor immediately grabbed my hand and pinned it down to the bed.
"Don't touch it," she ordered. Her voice sounded worried. "Could you explain what happened to your head?"
"I slipped. And I think. . ." I squinted against the pain in my head. "I hit my head on a flower pot."
The doctor winced sympathetically. "Okay, well we stitched you up," she assured me, patting my shoulder gently. "You had to get thirty-two stitches in your head. They'll dissolve in a couple weeks, but until then you should probably keep a band-aid over the area."
An image of me walking around at school with a huge band-aid in my hair flashed through my head. "Uh, how would I do that?" Under normal circumstances, I already would've laughed in this doctor's face and told her no freaking way. But I was just too exausted to fight.
"An Ace bandage," she suggested. (A/N: I think that's what they're called...?) "The kind that's kinda like tape. You could wrap it around your head so that it doesn't get tangled in your hair."
"But. . .but I would look stupid!" I said. I could feel panic rising up in my chest. It would be hard to fit in if I constantly had a toilet-paper-bandage thing around my head all the time. Usually I don't care about fitting in, I just didn't want the stares and the whispers and people pointing at me.
"You're off school for a couple days until you don't have to wear the bandage anymore," she said soothingly. "Your family is going to come in and visit you now."
I nodded helplessly and watched her and the other doctors leave. I felt so vulnerable, just sitting there in the hospital bed, with the thick white comforter covering me so that only my head poked out from under it. So I just sat there in silence, hoping that this was all just really a dream.
The door opened and my mom stepped in, looking nervous. Ella was clutching her arm.
"Hey, Mom," I muttered. Mom took one look at me and burst into tears. Ella was trying not to cry, but tears were making wet tracks down her cheeks despite her efforts.
"Max, are you okay?" Mom moved closer to me, hovering over me like she wasn't sure what to do. I wriggled around until my hand was free of the blanket and held it out to her. She wrapped both her hands tightly around mine.
"I'm fine," I insisted. "When do I get to leave?"
"Uh, I'm not sure sweetie," she said. She glanced at my heart monitor, the source of the annoying beeping. "I think after they wrap up your head you're good to go."
I sighed. "I'm going to look like such an idiot."
"That doesn't matter," Ella said. "What matters is that you get better, Max. What the hell happened? One second you were running upstairs to hide from me, and the next second Fang was banging on the door. There was so much blood." She shivered. "Mom and I both donated blood, 'cause you lost so much."
I struggled to wrap my head around that. "How long was I unconcious for before someone found me."
"I don't know. But Fang was carrying you inside." Ella waggled her eyebrows at me and I barely stopped myself from hissing at her. In front of Mom? Ugh.
"Shut up, Ella," I snapped. Ella rolled her eyes and grinned at me.
"In fact," my mom interrupted smoothly, giving Ella a stern look. "Mr. and Mrs. Thorne and their kids are here to see you. Fang told his mom and Mrs. Thorne has been worried sick about you ever since. She's such a sweet lady."
Just then the door opened again and a family of four stepped in. The first two were obviously Fang's parents. The woman had really pretty blue eyes and chin-length black hair. Fang's dad had darker eyes, almost as dark as Fang, but had lighter hair than his wife. Nudge and Fang were standing uncertainly behind them, looking worried. Or at least Nudge was. Fang was just emotionless as always.
"Max!" Mrs. Thorne cried. She speed-walked over to stand next to my mom. Her face was filled with concern as she looked down at me. "Max, are you feeling better dear? I'm sorry we had to meet like this. I'm just glad that you're okay now!" Her smile lit up her whole face.
I forced my face to smile back at her. "Me too. I'm sorry we couldn't have dinner tonight," I lied. Luckily I was a pretty convincing liar.
"We'll just have to find some other way to get aquantinced." Her smile never dimmed.
"Dr. Martinez?" A nurse stuck her head in the room. "We need you to come up front and sign some paperwork."
Mom sighed. "Sure," she agreed reluctantly.
"We'll come keep you company," Mrs. Thorne offered. Mr. Thorne just stood silently off to the side. "Come on," Mrs. Thorne said, gesturing to him. "We'll let the kids talk." The three parents left to room, shutting the door tightly behind them.
"ZOMG MAX! I was sooo scared when Fang said that you hit your head and passed out. I was terrified! I was crying and I begged my mom to let me come to the hospital with them and she finally said yes and I was just sitting there in the waiting room thinking, 'I don't know what I'll do if Max isn't okay!'" Nudge blabbered.
"It's okay, Nudge. I'm feeling lots better. My head just hurts a little." Actually, it felt like someone had used my head as a drum in a punk rock band, but there was no reason to get Nudge worried.
"Good," she breathed, relieved. "I was so scared."
I smiled at her and forced myself to sit up. I was tired of feeling so vulnerable. Sitting up actually felt better.
I glanced past Nudge to stare accusingly at Fang. "So you find me passed out at the bottom of my porch steps and you didn't wake me up?" I hated to think about what had happened when I was passed out. Just thinking about Ella freaking out over Fang carrying me inside. . .ugh. I'd never hear the end of it.
He just smirked for a split second and shook his head mockingly. "Yeah. That was your payback for getting blood on my jacket."
"I wouldn't have gotten blood on your jacket if you had woken me up."
"I figured it was more quiet with you passed out." He shook his head. "And my God, Ride, you scared me. I'm just strolling down the street, enjoying the sun, and then bam-I see you curled up in your own blood on the ground."
"I'll try to keep the bleeding to a minimum next time."
"You do that." His phone bleeped and he plucked it out of his pocket, glanced at the number, and sighed. "Be right back," he muttered, leaving the room.
I rolled my eyes and settled against the headboard of the bed. Ella was giving me one of her famous evil grins. Oh God. She was planning something.
"Max, would you prefer pink roses or white roses at your wedding?"
I whipped a pillow at her.
Fang POV
My phone started beeping at me. I took it out of my pocket and saw that Lissa was calling me. "Be right back," I sighed as I turned and left the room.
"Hello?"
"Fang." Lissa sounded relieved that I'd picked up. "How's Max?"
There was that false tone in her voice again. "Fine," I said carefully.
"Good to hear. So I was thinking tomorrow night-"
"Lissa," I interrupted. "I was thinking a lot before, and I gotta say-I really think we should break up."
There was a tiny second of silence, then a shriek shattering my eardrums. "WHAT?"
"We're better off without each other," I said, coming up with a random explanation other than You're annoying.
"No, Fang you don't-Fine. Fine! You're probably just tired and confused and you'll feel better tomorrow. And then we can go for ice cream after school. Okay? Okay." She sounded like she was trying to reassure herself. "Bye."
I didn't say bye back. I just hung up and turned my phone off, grinning. Even though she'd continuously pester me about it, I felt a million times more free than I had this afternoon.
Sorry I was gonna make this longer but I wanted to get this chapter up before I left for my friend's house.
Bye bye lovely readers. You're all amazing.
-dancerxforlifex3
