DISCLAIMER:

Fang sniffs. "Max…"

Gabby pats his back. "There, there." She hides her giggles.

"No owning us?" Fang asks.

You know what just scared the hell out of me? I just finished FANG yesterday (March 15, 2010) and when Fang left, his letter was so freaking similar to mine I screamed.

It took me one hour fifteen minutes to finish FANG.


Fang POV

Max's eyes rolled around, her body shaking. Then it all of a sudden stopped, and her eyes closed. "Max!" I shouted.

She didn't respond. I pulled the car into the driveway minutes later, than immediately jumped out of the car.

I flung open her door. Max's hair fell, and her breathing was slow and heavy. She panted sometimes, and I freaked out. I picked her up, and her eyes fluttered, but she didn't wake up.

I brought her into the house, and then sat her on the brown leather couch. Her right arm fell to the side, looking limp and lonely.

I walked out of the room into the kitchen. I dug through the drawers, looking for rags. I didn't know what else to do, so I soaked one in warm water, the other in cold. I dashed back into the other room. She shivered again, but I put on the cold rag anyways. She had a fever, I could tell.

I jogged into the bathroom. I went through the medicine cabinet, until I found the thermometer. I hurried back into the living room, and then put the thermometer under her tongue. I waited a few seconds for the beep, and then checked the temperature. Ninety-nine degrees.

I looked down at her face. As pale and clammy as it was, I noticed she was really beautiful. The way her hair curved at the bottom, the little dip in between her nose and her lips…

I shook my head. Focus, I thought. The idea was not to fall in love. The idea was to help her now, not freeze all my work and look at her.

I pulled myself up and went to the phone. Maybe they had a doctor's number on there. Sure enough, there was a paper next to the phone. There were two numbers. "Dr. Martinez" and the other was written in a little kid's writing, "Dr. Pepper". I frowned. Kids here nowadays have issues.

I grabbed a pen and crossed off "Dr. Pepper", because do I need to call a soda now? I mean, maybe when I was thirsty, but no.

I grabbed the phone and dialed Dr. Martinez's number. I waited for three rings, then I heard a woman's voice. "Hello?"

"Um, hi, Doctor Martinez?" I walked out of the room to look at Max, the phone in my hand.

"Yes, who is this?"

"This is Fang, and-"

"Fang?!" She almost screeched.

"Yes, um, I'm Fang…" Apparently she used to like me. A lot.

"You're back?" She sounded thrilled.

"Um…yeah." She obviously knew the Flock really well.

"You know what happened to Max when you left?" She sounded a little bit mad now.

"Um, she was…sad?" I don't get where she's going here.

"No. She was completely depressed. My daughter, thanks to you, was completely depressed." My daughter? Holy shit, she was Max's mom!

"I kinda understood that, but my memory was erased so I don't remember much, okay?"

"Ah. So you don't know your bond with her?" She knew something I didn't. Well, more about their life.

"No…"

"Well, you see, you guys were, together. You dated, did everything together. You were her other half. You completed her, then you left," she paused. "None of us know why. Then it was too late. Max stopped eating, slept all the time, she didn't leave her room, Iggy had to take her food up to her room.

"We couldn't find what helped her. The anti-depressants never worked. Her heart was gone. You belonged with her, and you left her." She sighed sadly. "But people are people and sometimes we change our minds." She quoted from Breathe. "She was always out of the picture for a while. We tried to bring her to a psychologist.

"It didn't work. She started crying more and more…" She sounded like she was crying. "…And we thought there was no hope." She seemed to smile through her tears. "And now you're back. But you don't remember."

"I…I'm sorry." I realized something. When Max had first looked at me, she had looked at me with love. "I didn't know."

"Ah." She seemed thoughtful.

"So, I was calling because Max just had a spasm of some sort. Her body was all shaking, and her eyes were all rolling around, then she went unconscious. Now she has a fever of ninety-nine point eight degrees."

"Is she still trembling?"

"No." I double checked. I brushed a lock of her hair back, then pulled the blanket up.

"Well, I would say trembling is what happened, but that is usually from strong emotions, caffeine, and overuse of drugs, prescription drugs, that is." She paused, deep in thought. "And they usually don't have fevers after trembling. But you know, you guys aren't made to have issues."

"So, what do I do?" I was scared.

"Just wait. Don't worry too much. Just relax and watch her. Listen to music or something. But pay attention to what she does, and do not stop watching her."

"Okay, bye," I said.

"Good-bye. And Fang?" She wasn't done.

"Yes?"

"Try to remember your feelings for her. Please. Bye," she hung up.

I pressed the "end" button and looked back at Max. Moonlight hit her face, defining her features. I thought about what Dr. Martinez said. Maybe I did love her back then, and maybe even now. I'll talk to Max about my past later, but for now, I'll just look at her and think.

I brushed a hand on her cheek, then smiled.