Notice: I bet you know what I'll be saying by now, my friends. Please insert a smiley face here, as my computer's being mean. Maximum Ride and all series content does not belong to me.
We were twenty minutes away from the hospital when Fang started coughing. Other than, you couldn't call it coughing. It was more like he was hanging on for dear life, and he very well may be. Iggy and Gazzy hovered in mid air abruptly; making sure Fang would be alright and make it to the hospital okay.
Angel, Nudge, and I gathered around him, worried expressions reflected on all of our faces. But Fang couldn't let go, couldn't leave. He just…couldn't. A tear drop hit my hand, and I brushed it away, not even knowing that I had been crying. I laid a hand on Fang's shoulder, and we continued on.
We reached the hospital what seemed like decades later. Some people in the parking lot had spotted us overhead, and doctors, patients, as well as visitors alike were rushing out to see what was going on. I sped forward in front of the flock, with one last look over my shoulder.
A doctor in a white coat (cringe) walked forward to meet me.
"M-Miss Ride? What can we do for you?" she asked. She looked young, and had a kind face like Dr. Mart…mom.
"We need a doctor…now. Fang….something happened to Fang." My voice was still shaky, but firm and serious.
"We'll bring out a stretcher, it'll be better for him." The doctor's eyes had widened when I said Fang was in trouble.
Five minutes later the flock and I were keeping up with a stretcher along a crowded hall. Doctors and patients kept peeking their heads from behind doorways, taking a long glance at us. There was a deep sorrow in their eyes when they saw Fang lying helpless on the stretcher. They knew this was bad. How bad….I didn't know.
I had relayed what had happened in the first few minutes. We reached a door at the end of a long, brightly lit hall. The doctor, Dr. Sendringham, told us she was awfully sorry but we had to wait outside. That tightened my heart, but the flock and I didn't protest. Through the door's tiny window, I saw two other doctors that were there to help Fang.
We sat down in the waiting room, with everyone staring at us, as to be expected. The room became a blur. A blur of white coats, green aprons, and the stinging scent of antiseptic. Iggy had a hand on one of my shoulders, and Angel hugged me. The others were looking at the floor, crying.
I shuddered, and a single tear drop landed on the tile floor.
