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I felt like I was floating, or rather flying. I'm not sure why I thought of that, but I did and it was comforting. I was soaring through the crystal clear sky, the wind ruffling my tawny brown feathers that spanned fourteen feet across, I closed my eyes and folded my wings in to free fall a little before snapping them back out.

I did a couple flips and dives until I was floating upside down with a smile on my face, the sun shinnying in my eyes as I soaked in the warmth. But in an instant, I went from happy to depressed. The sky went from the warm and clear to dark and grey. Lightning struck out at me and tried to push me back to Earth, thunder clapped in my ears like a drum.

And suddenly, I was falling. Flailing my arms and legs to try and grasp at anything, falling through freezing cold clouds on my decent towards the solid ground below. The ground that would crush me flat and kill me on impact. Realizing that flailing wasn't working, I pulled my knees to me chest and shut my eyes, screaming as I continued to plummet.

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I was sitting by her bed, the same place I had been since she was brought in here. I was exhausted but sleep just wouldn't come, I gripped her hand tightly and listened to the steady beep of the heart monitor. Leaning my head back against the uncomfortable head rest, I closed my eyes to get rid of the burning of holding them open for hours. Thinking about everything that had happened in the last 48 hours.

The two paramedics pushed Max through the hospital doors, shouting for a doctor as several nurses approached. Someone put an IV in her arm as they continued to push down a hallway, not even looking as to where they were going.

I rushed in shortly behind them, being held back when they pushed through the critical care doors. A nurse kept shoving my shoulders back and trying to lead me away, but I kept resisting, trying to get through the doors to be next to Max. To make sure she was alright, but the nurse wouldn't have it.

She steered me over to the waiting room and handed me a clip board, asking me to fill out anything I knew about family they could contact for her. I stared at the paper for hours, not filling anything in because I honestly didn't know. It felt like eternity before a doctor walked up to me.

"Are you the boy that found her?" I looked up at him and nodded quickly, standing up and following him when he signaled me. We walked down several hallways, turning this way and that before finally stopping in front of a closed door. I could see through the little window Max laying on a bed, hooked up to a couple machines and a tube in her mouth.

"She had massive internal bleeding, and a cut on her side that had become infected. The stitches we assume she put in herself had come out, causing the external bleeding that stained her shirt. She's fairly dehydrated and malnourished and the broken ribs make it hard for her to breathe, so we're assisting her. We were able to stop most of the bleeding, but sir, do you have any idea what may have caused such injuries?"

I kept staring through the small window in the door as I shook my head at his question, I heard him sigh before opening the door for me and allowing me inside, saying something about trying to contact her parents.

I pulled one of the crappy chairs from a small table in the corner to sit beside the bed, grabbing her hand gently and rubbing small circles into her knuckles as I listened to the steady beep of the heart monitor and her labored breathing.

I must have fallen asleep at some point in recalling the events, because I was startled awake by the sound of one steady beep, not the usual rhythm they produced, but an annoying ear splitting sound that caused me to panic. I sat up quickly and grabbed a control by Max's side, beating the 'call nurse' button until it nearly broke.

Several people crashed through the door and shoved me towards the wall to get to her side, they did all kinds of weird things that I can't even describe to try and revive her, even wheeling in a defibrillator.

I watched in horror as they prepared the machine and one nurse raised the paddles over Max's chest and yelled "Clear" watching as her body arched and fell back to the bed as the nurse yelled again. They did this a few times, until we stood there silent, praying the heart monitor would go back to its steady rhythm.

We stood there, the nurse holding the paddles a few inches over Max's chest, and everyone else in the room silently staring, holding in a breath, waiting.

I know... I'm a horrible person, R&R?