I have just realized that I didn't put a disclaimer on my story! Dreadfully sorry.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the flock. I do however own Kaylynn and Tristan. I may own Blue Falls (is that a place? if not then I own it). I do not, however own the duos gift of painting the future. That IS from heroes as SamanthaFantasyFan pointed out. I own the painting of the past though. But more of that later. I do own Tristan's voice specialty coming up in the next chapters. This disclaimer is good for the previous chapters and those coming.

SamanthaFantasyFan No, indeed that is not Dr. Martinez. Just some chick who I should probably give a last name to...hmm...

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Chapter ten

max POV

As I turned the corner that led to the waiting room, I ran head-on into a huge man with a stethoscope and a clipboard. My cheeks turned bright red as the doctor turned around to see what had collided into him. He furrowed his eyebrows at me and walked away.

"Max! He said we can go see Fnick now!" Nudge said excitedly.

"Good, let's go, they called the FBI! Come on!" I said as I grabbed my pack off of the chair that I'd left it in. They all got up and ran down one of the hallways.

"He's in 412!" Iggy said, Gazzy was leading the way.

"Here it is," he said and ducked into the room. We went in after him. There was a nurse checking his IV.

"Can we have a few minutes with our brother?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah, um okay," she said and scribbled something down on a clipboard and hung it off the end of Fang's bed before stepping out.

I reached into my pack and got out the antidote.

"Ig, do I have to flick the syringe or something?" I asked. I'd never injected someone before.

"No, you shouldn't have to," he said.

I nodded, yeah okay, piece'a cake. Just stick it in his arm and push the little, knobby thing. Oh God, I hate needles…

"Max, do you know what you're doing?!" Angel asked with wide eyes.

I didn't say anything in reply and stepped up to Fang's side.

"Sorry if this hurts," I whispered before stabbing the needle into his bicep and emptying its contents.

I took the needle out of his arm and stepped back. How long will this take?

Any second now…my voice said. It sounded like it was watching too.

Almost immediately, Fang sucked in a huge breath and his eyes snapped open. Thank God for our insanely fast metabolism. He panted and looked around with cloudy eyes.

"Max," he croaked, "don't ever take up nursing."

The flock started laughing and I smacked him lightly on the forearm.

"You could hear me?" I asked, oh great.

"Every word," he confirmed. I remembered my speech on the couch earlier this morning. He didn't make fun of what I'd said, in fact, he looked pleased. What does that mean?

Angel looked back and forth between the two of us but she kept her mouth shut.

"Come on guys, we gotta get out of here!" Iggy urged, snapping me back to reality.

"The FBI is coming, Fang. Can you move, or fly?" I asked.

"Yeah," he grunted, getting out of the bed. He plucked the IV needle out of his arm and the tubes out of his nose. He looked a little pale, but he stood confidently on his bare feet. His legs were covered in a mess of gauze and tape, as were his perfectly sculpted arms.

"Where are your clothes?" Gazzy asked. We looked around the room but couldn't find anything.

"Just take my sweatshirt and we'll find something else!" I offered, tearing off my dark blue hoodie. He put in on quickly, but not before flashing the entire flock his rear end. Oh. My. Go-

"Fang!" Nudge shrieked. His cheeks turned bright red as he sidled up against the wall. I ran to the window and looked down at the parking lot. His room was right over the emergency entrance. Oh crap! There were four big, black SUV's in the parking lot.

"They're coming down the hall!" Angel whispered loudly.

"Out the window, U and A!" I demanded. Throwing open the window, I motioned for them to jump out. Gazzy and Angel went at the same time, then Nudge, and Iggy. I gave Fang a look that said 'your turn' but he shook his head.

"No way," he said. I rolled my eyes and jumped out, unfurling my wings a milisecond too soon. The fragile ends of my wings brushed the inside of the sill, ripping three of my silky feathers out. I winced and dropped about four feet. Quickly regaining altitude, I saw Fang closing the window from the outside. He swung around and pushed my feet roughly ahead of him.

I surged up to the flock and Fang caught up in a flash. Is it just me or is he getting quicker?

"Thataway!" I ordered, pointing in a random direction. We all started to fly off when I caught a glimpse of Iggy quirking his head back in the direction of the hospital. No one else seemed to notice. I looked back to see a man's head sticking out of Fang's room, looking furious. His head disappeared back into the room and the window slammed shut. "Lay it on guys!" I yelled, urging them to go faster. They were further ahead of me, Fang was purposely lagging behind.

The Feds were probably furious over losing us again. Not my problem. But I don't want them trying to follow us. We can double back again at nightfall and head to Kaylynn's house.

I saw a boulder formation on a nearby hill and said, "Let's head on over to those boulders." I pointed in the direction of the rocks and we all shifted our course in a graceful, smooth, motion.

Well, I've been to a cabin in the woods, the School three hours away, a garbage dump that should have never been in that location to begin with, a hospital brimming with FBI agents, and I think that is the most I've ever used my super speed ever, all in one day. Pretty productive I'd say. And! I'm going to figure out if this girl is for real, and if she is, I'll even plan a way to save Angel. But she's not gonna die. Nope. Yep, pretty productive.

Productive? What have you done for the world, Maximum?

You know, I really hate the way you say my name. Maximum! I mimicked.

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