A/N: Okay, for the ever first time I had a writer's bloc. I had no idea on how I ever finished this chapter. The only ones that pop into my mind are the ones after this chapter. And, I'm sorry if I haven't uploaded in a very long time. So, yeah… here goes.
Dylan's POV
It only took Dr. Hans a few minutes before he finally got here. He brought his first aid kit but finally noticed that it would only help a little.
"Oh, my. What happened to her?" He asked. "But let's go to that later. First we have to bring her to the hospital."
"H-hospital?" Dylan asked voice trembling, troublesome memories flashed in his mind. "But why can't you just heal her here? Where there aren't much people." He insisted.
Dr. Hans shook his head. "We can but that would take us more time. Would you prefer on letting Max die while waiting for the materials or would you rather let her come with me to the hospital so that she would be healed faster."
He didn't wait for Dylan to reply. He fished out his phone from his jeans and called for his colleagues. After talking to them about some hospital stuff, he ordered Dylan to get some of Max's clothing, saying that she would be staying in the hospital for a couple of weeks.
Dylan didn't mind but had a nagging feeling in his stomach. But what if Jeb came here too early? What if they found out? He'll ask this later to Dr, Hans. And for the mean time, his main priority is to focus on Max.
He went to Max's room and rummaged through her drawers and closets, getting her clothes and some important stuff that she might later on need. He placed it all in a bag.
There was a whooshing sound at the backyard. A jet. Dr. Hans's private jet. "Dylan, come on the jet's waiting." Dr. Hans called.
He got out, carrying the bag on his shoulders. "Coming." He answered back. He saw some nurses coming out of the jet, carrying a stretcher. He wanted to help but he was directed to the jet. When he entered, he saw Dr. Hans talking with some of his colleagues. They were all wearing lab coats, which made a shiver run down his spine.
They were three all in all, including Dr. Hans. One of them was black. He had an average height and a muscular body, good looking and striking blue eyes. He could've been considered a model if it weren't for his height. The other one was an old timer. He was tall, a bit scrawny, grayish hair and green eyes.
"Ah, Dylan, I would like you to meet, Dr. Ken Smith, and Dr. Jonathan Williams." Dr. Hans said as he introduced me to the two of them.
I nodded my greetings and hurriedly sat down on one of the soft cushioned seats. He saw Max on the stretcher and a bunch of nurses huddled over her, putting some needles and some other stuff that I don't know. A guy in a fancy suit neared him asking him if he wanted some beverages. Dylan just shrugged and ordered a glass of Coke. The waiter nodded and left, leaving Dylan alone with his jumbled thoughts.
He placed his hand over his eyes, thinking. What if the others came home early? What if they saw the mess and thought that it was his fault? Should I tell Jeb on what happened to Max? But that would ruin their vacation. But still-
His thoughts were interrupted when somebody tapped him on the shoulder. He didn't turn around, but just said, "Um, just place the Coke on the table."
There was a soft giggle. "Um, sir, I don't have your Coke." That voice. It was very familiar to him; he just couldn't place his finger on it. When he turned around, he came face to face to a very familiar face. A face that he saw just a few minutes ago, unconscious and blood drenched. But the person who he was now staring at was completely clean and fresh; and positively conscious of the world today.
"Max?" I said in complete astonishment.
Max smiled that smile of hers that always made his heart do a summer sault. She shook her head. "No. Max the Second. Or best known in the present as Maya."
A/N: So? How did it go? Pretty boring? Please tell me..