Alright people, I'm giving you guys a HUGE treat because of how good you guys are at reviewing my story. I've already got a total of 30 reviews, so keep em coming!!!

Disclaimer: This thing is so freaking annoying!!!! I don't own Maximum Ride.

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Nudge's POV:

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Fang sink to his knees in front of Max. Blood was spurting out from the claw wounds on his back. I gritted my teeth. With a violent roar, I leapt into the air, and, as soon as I was 50 feet off the ground, tucked in my wings and pushed my fist out in front of me. The fist connected with Larry's face with a sickening crack, as several bones in his hairy muzzle broke. The eraser screamed in agony, and he collapsed on the ground.

I ran over to where Max was holding Fang in her arms and crying. Angel reached them before I did, and started talking to Max.

Max's POV:

My vision was bleary because of the tears streaming freely down my face. I saw the rough figure of Angel come over to me. She knelt down beside me, crying.

"Angel," I whispered, tears clogging my throat, "can you-is there anything…"

Angel closed her eyes and thought hard.

"I-I don't know if I can help him," Angel sobbed.

Iggy, who was now crouched next to Angel, spoke up.

"Angel, you have powers over the mind. Do you think you could send signals to his heart to star beating again?" It was desperate, but it was better than anything else we had.

I looked over at Angel.

"Do you think you can do it?" I asked quietly.

"I can try…" she said dubiously.

"Then do it."

Iggy shook his head.

"You have to bandage up the cuts on his back first. Otherwise, all the blood in his body will come spilling out."

I nodded thankfully. I pulled off my sky blue jacket and ripped it into long strips. I did the same with my socks. Nudge, who had been standing in unusual silence, helped Iggy to remove Fang's shredded T-shirt. Using the socks as gauze, I began to bandage up Fang's back.

I pulled the last strip of cloth tight and tied it in a knot across Fang's chest. Retrieving a fresh shirt from one of the packs, Iggy and Nudge slipped it over Fang's blood crusted head; careful not to cause further damage to his back.

I held Fang's head in my lap, and Angel huddled over him, strenuously trying to send signals to the brain to be carried to the rest of Fang's body. Angel was sweating profusely by now, her face screwed up in deadly concentration.

"I-I'm not sure if I can do it…" she gritted between her teeth.

Then, Angel collapsed on the ground, exhausted.

My hopes were brutally crushed and I silently began to cry. My fresh tears fell onto Fang's pale face.

Fang's eye twitched, as a tear dropped onto his closed eyelids. I sucked in a breath, new hopes swelling in my chest.

Fang coughed, and his entire body shuddered as his system rebooted. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at me, his head in my lap. Tears streaked down my cheeks with a renewed ferocity. But they were not tears of aching sadness; they were tears of inflamed joy.

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How about that for suspense? Thanks again guys, I might do another double post again sometime in the future if I keep on getting these awesome reviews!!!

Fly On,

Fang