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So, I just typed up this awesome-sauce entrance thing authors note and GUESS WHAT?!

The tab closed. .-.

Since I'm too lazy to type it all up again, here:

1) Any freshman/sophomores take a math test, lately? One that wasn't required? We call it the AMC test. It compares our scores with those in the USA. Of course, it was hard. .-. Thirty people were allowed to volunteer. Barely twenty did. I was one of them. .-.

2) I won't be updating as much, anymore. Expect an update or two from each story every week or two. I've been REALLY busy lately. .-.

3) Once I finish up one of my stories... How would you guys like another story... Well, not really a story, but a rewrite of MAX. In Angel's POV? It was just an idea I had when everyone seemed to be all like: ANGEL WAS A BRAT IN MAX. So, I thought, hey, what if she had reasons? And I ended up thinking up reasons for the things she did. So, I think it would be fun. o:

4) HERESSSSSSSSSSS THE NEXT CHAPTER! (IYA and LAtW readers, those stories will be updated soon.(: )

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride.

Claimer: I own the plot.

By the way, everything in this chapter has actually happened to my friend. So, yes, it is possible. xDD

I woke up to a steady beeping sound, realizing I was connected to a monitor. Was this all necessary? I had needed stitches. Whoop-dee-doo. I turned my head to the left, noticing Fang settled into a seemingly uncomfortable arm chair. "What the heck is all this for?"

Fang gave me a 'holy-crap-you're-so-friggen-stupid' look. I raised one eyebrow and he sighed. "They didn't stitch you up until they were sure all the glass was gone. Took them a long time 'cause of your stupidity." I glared at him but he was not deterred. "When you tried to get it out by yourself you damaged a muscle and forced another lone piece of glass further into your arm. Since they couldn't stitch you up as soon as they planned, the blood continued to clot. They had to unclot it at least ten times, causing you to lose even more blood.

"Your leg also had a shard in it, so they planned to pull it out easily. Unfortunately, since it was unknown of, the glass rooted itself in your leg and they had to perform another surgery." I wasn't sure what my face looked like right now but I was sure it was something like O_O or x-x. I hate surgeries. I have no idea why but I hate them. I had two done without knowing.

"Okay…" I started weakly when Fang pulled his body out of the recliner to approach me. "So, I'm fine, now… Why am I still here?"

"The surgery took an hour or two… For your leg. Almost three or four hours for your wrist. You could've been out of here if you hadn't been so stubborn and tried to get the glass out." His face was impassive but I saw humor creeping into his eyes. "You know," he began, smiling. "They want to put you under suicide watch."

"What?" I hissed and the heart rate monitor quickened. "And?"

"I told them I would handle you and it really was an accident. I don't think your mom believes it, with what happened with Sam and all, but she didn't say anything. I promised to look after you. That calmed her down."

I looked at my best friend and eyed the chair. There were blankets. "What day is today?" I asked.

"Monday."

Oh. Wonderful. "I was asleep all of yesterday?" I asked. I thought it was Sunday. Fang nodded. "Why didn't anyone wake me?"

"Tried. Apparently you were on some drug." He sniggered. "You talk in your sleep," he told me and my cheeks flushed. "I had a full out conversation with you at midnight."

"Great," I snorted. "Two things… Midnight? And what did I say?"

"Yeah, midnight. My mum said I should stay with you. Considering I'm your suicide watch." He smirked as he sat down on the side of my bed. "And you were talking about us—our group—and how Iggy and Ella are pissing you off since they are both so blind. You said Alex and Nudge were adorable together, and said how much you hated Sam." He stopped there, his eyes flashed, and I could tell there was something about Sam he wasn't telling me. "Uhm, you said something about 'Angel, my baby,' and Gazzy. You pretty much went through how you feel about everyone. JJ would always be your best friend and I would—" He cut off there looking thoughtful. Something in his eyes shifted before he spoke again. "I would always be your best friend and number one."

"How did you have a conversation with me about that stuff?" I asked curiously.

"I prompted you, saying things like, 'And Iggy?' and you would tell me about him. I would have sworn you were awake."

I remembered the Sam expression then. "What did I say about Sam? You left something out," I explained. He shook his head and gave me a look.

"You had night mares about him. You would scream at him in them. The doctors had no idea what to do," he told me and I gasped. Stupid trauma. "Anyways, your blood level is getting better, but the docs said you're in here until tomorrow, and you'll be on crutches until the stitches are out. So, like, you don't risk reopening the cut which I don't get at all because won't that make you re-open your wrist cut?" I stared at him in dismay as he finished speaking. "So, Max. What does this teach us?"

"Don't throw glass and then crawl over it?" I offered.

He nodded. "And…?" He prompted.

"Don't try and get glass out of my wrist without professional help?"

He nodded, smirking. "I do have to thank you, though." He laughed. "You got me out of seeing Lissa and killing Sam. I don't have to go to jail, now… Yet." His lips turned up in a breath-taking smile.

"You never told me why you broke up with her. Or when."

"I texted her after I wailed on Sam."

"Why?" I asked, stunned. I didn't remember him texting, but then again, I was incredibly out of it.

"I just didn't feel the same," he lied. I gave him a dark look. "What?"

"Stop lying." I pouted, crossing my arms. Well, attempted to. I couldn't bend my arm with the IV in it. "Ow! Shitoki mushrooms!" I screeched, straightening my arm out. My arm was slightly throbbing but I didn't mind. "Why?" I said through a tight jaw as I composed myself.

"Max," Fang said sternly. "I am not lying." His few seconds of worry when the IV hurt me were replaced with annoyance.

"Yes," I said. "Yes, Fang, you are. That might be part of it but there is more you're not telling me!"

"Because I don't know what you're talking about!" He nearly snarled at me.

"Yes you do!" I told him, certain I was right. I knew him. I could read him. He was scared of what my reaction would be to whatever he was thinking. I saw it in his face. His expression and body language. I heard it in his voice. I could tell from his eyes. I just knew. "You really shouldn't lie to me, Fang."

"Oh, really? Why? Why can I lie to everyone else and not you?" He snapped. I always wondered why we always fought. And why I always hated when we did. And what the tightening of my stomach was.

"Whatever, Fang! But you can't lie to be because I can see right through you! I know when you're lying, just like you know with me." I promised him and sank into the pillows, relaxing. I was more than annoyed. More than pissed. More than hurt.

"Max…" Fang said slightly. I could still hear annoyance in his tone but I ignored it so I could really only hear the pain and sincerity. It proved that I wasn't the only one who was hurt by our fights. I didn't respond, however. Instead, I turned my head away. "Max," he repeated, grabbing my hand. My eyes snapped open as I felt electricity pulsing through my arm.

"What?" I asked exhausted. "All I want to know is why you broke up with a girl you told me you were really starting to like. Why can't you just tell me?"

He glared at me for a moment and finally spoke. "You were freaking lost without Sam. After less than an hour. You needed me and I really didn't feel the same."

So… It was about me? I wasn't mad, but I wasn't happy. "Fang, you shouldn't have done that because I was alone." I murmured, looking him in the eyes. His eyes were clear, his face impassive, and his hand strong around mine. I suddenly remembered the kiss earlier that day. Or, wait. No, a couple of days ago.

Fang was staring at me, probably wondering what I was thinking. "What are you thinking?" He asked right on cue.

"Nothing," I shrugged.

"You know how I can't lie to you?" He asked me. I knew where he was going with this. "Well you can't lie to me, either."

"I know, but you don't need to know what I was thinking about."

"Really?" Fang asked, almost hurt. Good, now I got back at him for when he wouldn't tell me about Lissa. Took me a while to get back, but I finally did. "How come it can't be like that with me?"

"Okay, here, let's make a deal. You tell me what you're thinking about, I'll tell you what I'm thinking about." I told him. He nodded.

"But, I'm not sure you want to know what you want to know what I'm thinking about," Fang admitted. I glared at him. "Fine." He muttered, and then something else inaudible. "Okay, I told you. Your turn."

"It has to be so I can actually hear Fang." I told him.

Within the next ten seconds, however, he was hugging me, and then he murmured something like "I have to go."

"Why?" I asked. "I thought you had to stay with me to make sure I didn't kill myself?" I teased.

"Ha-ha." Fang muttered sarcastically. "I'll stay, but I'm tired, so I'll sleep. I haven't slept in over twenty-four hours."

"Why?"

"I didn't want to miss you waking up and freaking out," he smiled and my breath caught in my chest.

"Thanks," I muttered as I glared at him. He let go of my hand he had been holding and crawled back to the recliner and closed his eyes.

Soon enough, he was asleep. Smiling.

Smiling in his sleep.

Aww. Fangy-poo does have a soft side!

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