She Stands Against the Storm

by caribbeansoulforever

Her name is Maximum Ride. Her best friend/boyfriend left her to save the world with a blind pyro, a gassy pyro, a fashonista, her supposed "Perfect Other Half", and a mind-reader. But she did it in a month, despite the odds. But when she develops a deadly disease, will this hero crash and burn? Or will she stand up against the deadliest killer yet? After Fang, then AU. COMPLETE.

10. Chapter 10

I don't own Maximum Ride.

Max POV:

Pulling my PJs on, I comb my wet hair. Scowling at the pieces that come out, I put down the comb.

There's a knock at the door.

"Can I come in?" Fang asks from the other side.

"NO! Good-night, babe!" I yell back, smiling as he mutters a small good-night back.

I turn off the lights, and crawl into bed.

Let's hope I can wake up in the morning.

****THREE HOURS LATER**********

Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, I'm clutching my chest. I'm cold, and I'm in major pain.

That's me saying this.

I whimper, and sit up.

"Mom? Mom! MOM!" I yell, clutching my stomach and chest.

My chest is on fire, and it won't stop hurting.

I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying.

The door swings open, and I sink to the floor. I'm clawing at my chest, trying desperately to stop the pain.

"HELP ME! HELP ME! IT HURTS!" I scream, clawing my chest as Dr.M starts screaming and dialing her phone.

I start slowly lying down on the floor of my room. I can just barely see anyone in the room. And there is Fang, screaming and yelling me to hold on. But he is muffled. A light is shined in my eyes, but it doesn't daze me.

All I feel is the pain.

I start closing my eyes, letting the darkness over take me. The pain. The hurt.

And my eyes shut, and I pass out.

Fang POV:

She's dying. She's dying! SHE'S DYING!

When the ambulance guy asks who's riding in the back with Max, I stand up and get in. The doors shut, and the sirens start. Her heart is racing so much faster than it should, and I know that it's very erratic.

"She's going to die if we don't get her in to operation ASAP! STEP ON IT, JOE!" The paramedic yells.

We speed up, and I grip Max's hand as we pull in to the hospital parking lot.

"GET HER INTO OPERATION!" the paramedic yells as they take Max off.

GOD, if you've ever loved Max and the Flock, please save her!

They wheel Max inside, and lead me inside as well.

"What is your relationship with Max? How old is she? Any smoking in her life? Does she drink a lot?" a lady with a stack of papers asks.

"Boyfriend. 15 years old. No, she doesn't smoke, or drink, at all. She's going to be okay, right?" I answer quickly.

The lady looks up from her writing. Her gray eyes looking into my black eyes.

"I don't know."

Author's Note:

Hey guys, it's Ever! Listening to "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" by Whitney Houston. Nothing like the classics!

*Cue Eighties' music, and the amazing singing!*

"OH YEAH! OH YEAH!"

Hahaha yeah, I had to get my "Daily Crazy" dose for today.

Cliffy, but I'll update sooner than you think.

I want SUGESTIONS! (Why do I feel like I misspelled that?)

Well, R&R.

Thanks!

~Caribbeansoulforever

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