Hi everyone! I'm very disappointed, you people won't review! Please more reviews! Also Fang is supposed to seem a little paranoid after Max flatlined. Disclaimer: I don't own MR. Now on with the story! (Max POV) 3 ½ weeks after incident
If I don't get out of this black soon, I'm gunna go crazy. I mean Nudge when her dad took her cell crazy. If you don't know, that is not good. The only thing that keeps me sane is when people come and talk to me. Fang is with me all the time. I swear he is going out of his mind, talking to a girl that can't even move.
I've tried everything I could think of to get out. I've got absolutely nothing. Nada. Zippo. Zero. In all the time I've been like this, I've tried to get out. I think that's a long time, but I'm not positive. It seems like years, but it could be seconds. I feel so hopeless. GRRRRRRR! It's sooooo dark! I wish there was color! I wonder if I think hard enough it will change color(dejivu) Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, BLUE! Nothing. It's official, I'm crazy. Why can't I get out of here!?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Fang POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My life's a pattern now. Get up, shower, see Max, school, Max, home to eat and do homework, Max, bed. It's boring. Whatever. When I see Max I try to fill her in on what's going on. Like Anne and Jeb's divorce, school, how we're waiting for her to come out of the coma. God I was such an idiot! If I hadn't broken up with her, maybe she'd still be here. But I did and she's not.
When I got to Max's room I saw Jeb and the doctor talking. "Jeb, if she doesn't wakeup by Saturday, we'll have to let her go. I'm sorry." "You have to give her more time doc!" "I'm sorry we can't do anything. We always knew it knew it was a 70 to 30 chance, that she probably wouldn't wakeup. She's had so much stress and it would have been easier for her to just let go." On that note he spun on heels and left. I ran into Max's room. I wasn't going to let go just yet. "Max sweetie, it's me. You have to wake up. You have to wake up. I'm not, I mean NOT, letting you go yet. Baby, please, please, please wake up!" I begged. I felt a lump in my throat. As soon as, I felt the first tear drip down my cheek, I let it all out. Silent tears streaked down my face as I thought 'Max only has 2 more day's left.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Max POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I heard Fang burst in. He's never that noisy. Huh, something's bothering him. He'll tell me. He always does. "Max sweetie, it's me. You have to wake up. You have to wake up. I'm not, I mean NOT, letting you go yet. Baby, please, please, please, wake up!" he begged. Why is he… ohhh. They must be letting me die. I felt him grab my hand and hold it to his face, where silent tears where falling. "Max, I love you. I'd die without you." He whispered.
I pushed against the black as hard as I could. I can get out of this. Finally, I saw a blinding light. I closed my eyes and opened them again. Yes! I can see! But what I saw made me miserable. Fang was basically sobbing. Fang, SOBBING! The two words just don't mix. I reached out and touched his cheek. "Is Mr. No-Emotions actually crying?" I joked. Ow! My throat felt raw and my voice sounded like sandpaper. Fang looked up. "Max!" He basically shouted, pulling me into a hug. "Ow! Can't… Breath!" I choked out. He pulled back "Sorry. I just can't believe you're ok!" he said. "I'm fine Fang… thanks to you." Just as, I finished my sentence, I heard multiple "MAX!"'s. Oh joy...
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