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Chapter 14

Max's POV

I got out of the hospital the following morning and my dad wouldn't let me stay with Fang. His condition hadn't changed. I felt terrible because I was the reason he was there. I just didn't understand why he would do that.

I didn't go back to school for the rest of the week, but I visited Fang every day, and everyday he looked the same, terrible. The week passed slowly and I missed the dance, not a big deal. I was actually pretty okay not going.

Monday came and I went into school. Everyone stared at me. Everyone knew about the accident, and I wanted to disappear. All my teachers were very sympathetic and gave me my homework without giving me a due date. They said, "Whenever you get it done."

Ryan tried to be comforting but he made my skin crawl. Every time he touched me, I pulled away in disgust. I walked into English and apparently people were still doing their speeches for the projects. I sat in my normal seat, and I watched Fang's empty desk. It made me want to cry. One of the girls had just finished her speech and Ms. Campbell said, "Max, can I talk to you?" I walked up to her desk and she said, "Do you have your paper done?" I nodded. "Good, you'll be reading yours and Fang's. He e-mailed it to me before the accident and I think you should read it."

I nodded and went back to my desk and got the paper I had written. It was nothing special I said all Fang's favorite things, but I started crying when I started saying that Fang was my best friend and he was willing to do anything for me.

Ms. Campbell handed me Fang's paper and said go ahead. I looked at the paper, he had written almost three pages. "Okay, so this is Fang's paper about me. It's titled 'Things Are Not as They Appear.'" I took a deep breath. It was going to be hard to read Fang's words. "Max Martinez isn't your everyday girl. When you see her at school she's reserved, and quiet. Away from school, she's loud, happy, and can be pretty controlling. Max has her reasons for being quiet, she had a pretty messed up life. Her parents are divorced and her dad can get a little crazy sometimes. Something that always kept Max going was her little sister, Angel. Max always described her as an Angel, and she is, I'll agree with that. When Max sees her little sister, it's a new person. Her eyes light up with love. Some people think it's impossible to express emotions with your eyes, but if there's one thing Max can do, it's the impossible. Her eyes really do express her true emotions. Her eyes can see into your soul if you let them."

I stopped for a second. I had to compose myself. When I started again he talked about my mom and Ella and some of his favorite moments with me. I was almost done with his paper. "There's one more thing about Max you should all know. Not only is she my best friend, but she's more than that. She's an angel. She saved me from myself, and for that, I'm eternally grateful. Everything about her is perfect." I stopped. I hated that word. "I know Max hates the word perfect, but it's true. She could never do something that would make me hate her. There are so many things about Max that I can't explain but there's one thing I can say to sum it all up. I love Max Martinez." I stopped. My heart started racing. "I love her smile, her laugh, and everything about her. I would give my life for her because I love her so much. I didn't know how to tell her so I did this. Everything I said is true, and I really do love her. Nothing can change my mind. I used to think it was impossible for me to fall in love because I didn't think anyone would understand me, but you can do the impossible. You made me fall in love with an angel. There's nothing more to say, but I love you." I was bawling. I looked at Ms. Campbell and said, "May I be excused?"

"Go honey."

I ran out of the classroom and to my car. I loved Fang, and I knew that. I drove to the hospital and ran to Fang's room. He still hadn't woken up and they were debating pulling the plug on him. I ran into his room and everyone was standing around his bed, crying. "No!" I screamed.

Fang's mother turned to me and said, "Max honey, we don't have a choice." They were going to turn off his life support.

"Let me have a minute with him, please."

They looked around and said, "Okay, don't be too long."

Everyone walked out and I ran to Fang's side. "Fang, please wake up. Please don't leave me. I read your paper. I love you too. I love you so much. Please don't die. I can't live without you. Please, just wake up. I need you. I wish you wouldn't have tried to save me. We could be here together. I love you. Please Fang. Please!" I sobbed. I held his hand and cried. I put my head on his chest and cried. The love of my life was about to die and I couldn't do anything to stop it.

I was about to get up and leave when I felt Fang squeeze my hand. I sat up quickly, "Fang?" Fang squeezed my hand again and tried to talk. "No, don't say anything. You can't." I let go of his hand and ran to get the doctors. "He's awake!"

I ran back and sat next to him. "Squeeze my hand again. Please, you have too." Fang groaned and squeezed my hand. Fang's parents started crying again and hugging each other. The doctor started checking his vitals and then went to get a nurse.

When he came back they shooed us out and began removing his life support. His parents hugged me and told me they were so happy I came. They said I was Fang's guardian angel. When the doctor came out we all ran back in. His parents sat on one side and me on the other. Fang looked at me and tried to smile, but his face was still bruised and cut that he looked even worse when he smiled. I laughed through my tears and squeezed his hand.

Fang's parents left to go get some dinner, but I stayed behind with Fang. He looked over at me and said quietly, "I love you."

I smiled and started crying all over again. "I love you too." Fang wiped my tears away with his hand and I held it to my face.

"How'd you know?" Fang said in his raspy voice.

"You're paper. Ms. Campbell made me read it to everyone. Mine sucked compared to you."

Fang chuckled and then stopped because he was in pain. I held his hand tighter and said, "You should rest."

"What if I don't wake up?"

"You woke up last time, and you'll wake up this time."

"Max, I love you."

"I know," I said quietly. Secretly, I was terrified he wouldn't wake up. I held his hand and rested my head on the bed. I wouldn't leave Fang's side, ever. A few hours passed and I had to leave. I kissed Fang's hand and said, "Goodbye."

I tried to pull my hands away, but Fang held on. "Don't leave me." He sounded so broken, and he was. His left leg had been shattered, and his left wrist was broken. He had six broken ribs and had internal bleeding. He was a mess. I walked back and pushed his hair from his face. His dark eyes bore into my soul. How could I not have known he loved me?

I kissed his forehead and whispered, "You need rest. I'll be back tomorrow. Then its break and I'll spend every day here."

"Okay," he said quietly. He held onto my hand for a few seconds before letting it go slowly. I walked out of his room and smiled. I loved someone who loved me back.

Fang's POV

Pain is funny. After so much of it you just black out. The world disappears, and the only thing that can keep you alive is the hope that someone loves you. I shouldn't be alive. My injuries should have killed me a long time ago, but for some reason, I'm still here, barely breathing. When I heard Max's desperate cries, I forced myself to wake up. It took all the energy I had, but seeing her made it all worth it.

I didn't know what I looked like, and I didn't care. Max was sitting there crying over me, I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her. I wanted to run over and sweep her off her feet, but I could barely talk, awesome.

Doctors were always coming in and poking at me and talking about me, it was pretty annoying. I pretended to sleep most of the time. Sometimes I would be in so much pain that I would cry, and we all know me, I don't cry, but I'm too much a man to admit that it hurts.

Max came in everyday after that, and I loved seeing her beautiful face. She would sit down next to me and tell me about her day. I started to notice things about her I didn't see before. When she's nervous she tucks her hair behind her ear and then smiles. I noticed that the intensity of her eyes change due to the mood she was in. Dark brown, she was calm and happy, light brown, better watch out. I still hadn't truly kissed Max, and I wanted to more than anything. I wanted to feel her lips on mine. I wanted to be able to say she really was mine.

Days passed, and pretty soon it was New Years Eve. Max was sitting next to me talking about Angel. I felt pretty good. My leg still hurt, a lot, but my ribs were slowly getting better. Of course they were still broken, but the pain had subsided a lot. I could at least move around a little bit. The doctors said I was out of the woods, and my recovery should be pretty smooth from here on out.

The clock struck midnight and Max smiled. "Happy New Year," she said smiling. I sat up, ignoring the pain, and touched her cheek. She instantly blushed, and I didn't care. She looked beautiful either way. I smiled at her and then kissed her. I kissed her with everything I had, which really wasn't all that much, but it was an attempt.

I felt my heart racing, and when I pulled away Max smiled. My heart machine was beeping like crazy. I smiled and Max blushed. This could be the New Year I would never forget. With Max by my side, nothing could go wrong.

There you go, i thought it was pretty happy, but that's just me(:
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