Hey, hey, hey. New chapter! Sorry for the delay! James Patterson his way cool!
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I opened my eyes to see Fang sitting on a chair a few feet away. It was still dark outside, so I know that I hadn't slept for that long. He was starring out the window intently, with his face all twisted into an expression that I've never seen before. I stood up and pulled a chair up across from him.
"Hey." I said as I settled into the uncomfortable wooden chair.
Fang didn't answer at first, but then he gave a slight nod.
"What's wrong?" I asked curiously.
He shook his head and shrugged a little. I followed his eyes and looked out the window to what he was looking at. All I saw was a dead tree and a bunch of leaved around it.
"What are you looking at?"
Fang sighed and rested his head on his hand. He laid his wounded arm on his lap carefully, and clench and unclenched his fingers. He looked uneasy, like he was going to be sick.
"You alright?" I asked concerned.
"Uh-huh."
"Do you feel okay?"
He nodded and looked down at his hand.
"Fang, tell me." I whined. We just had this conversation/fight a few hours ago. I don't know why he's being like this now.
Fang looked up at me with a calm face, "I feel fine, okay?"
"Then why…" I began to say, until I saw him wince.
I looked down at his arm and gasped. His whole hand was covered with blood, along with his pants and shirt.
"Fang!" I jumped up and ran to get a towel.
I came back as saw him hunched over in his chair.
"Fang?"
He groaned and sat back up again. His whole shirt was now soaked with blood. I ran over to him with the towel and looked around to see what was actually bleeding.
"Where is it?"
"I think it's my arm, I don't really know." He said calmly.
I lifted up his sleeve and saw blood now trickling down through his blood soaked bandages. I tried to lift his sleeve again, but it was too tight.
"Fang take off your shirt." I said, trying to hide my embarrassment.
"What?" He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Fang, come one. Just do it."
He sighed and lifted off hit shirt carefully, wincing slightly as he pulled it off of his arm. My eyes widened as I saw the huge gash that went from his shoulder to his mid-arm.
"Fang, this doesn't look like a gun wound." I said, shaking my head.
"I know." He sighed and looked down at it.
"What else happened that you didn't tell me?"
He sighed and looked into my eyes. "It's okay."
"No it's not Fang, what are you not telling me!" I was yelling now.
"Max, be quiet."
"No! You said that you would tell me if you were hurt! I think this would fall under that category!"
"What if it doesn't hurt that bad? I said that I would tell you when I was in pain. This isn't really painful."
I could feel my face get red with anger. I lost control of myself and slapped him across the face. He looked back at me with his mouth hanging open.
"Well, even though you're injured, you still dissevered that. And how could this not be painful you weirdo? This thing is huge."
I knelt down and peeled off the bloody gauze on his arm. I then wrapped that towel around it arm tightly, making him wince again.
"Sorry." He said and looked at his feet.
"Yeah, well, it's not okay." I said harshly. "But how did this happen?"
He looked back to the window and down at me.
"That tree right there wasn't dead yesterday."
"What?" I raised one eyebrow.
Suddenly Fang jumped up unexpectedly, making me fall back on my butt.
"We have to go, now."
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