Wow, I feel like a total jerk. I looked at my traffic graph thingy and I realize that the number of people checking in on my stories are way more than I expected. Way more. *sigh* I really tried to update, but it's sorta hard to do that with writers block. So, hear I am, trying to write for you viewers at 12:31 at night on a weeknight. I really wish that I'd gotten this done earlier. I'm really sorryyyyyy. Please forgive me! I love my viewers! I've just had a lot going on - school, drama, a friend got in a car accident, the holidays, my family yada yada ... the list goes on. Anyways, please R&R and I hope you like it! I really hope so!
6 minutes in hell 14
"What the hell did you just do?" Kathy screams at me. She scurries over to Max's side and presses her two fingers to Max's throat, checking for her pulse.
Checking to see if I've just killed her.
I sputter for words. "I – I don't, I – I . . ." I stare at the syringe in my hand, completely drained of all the liquid inside. Rage flashes inside of me and in an instant, the glass in my hand snaps and my hand starts to ooze a dark red.
"Oh, Lordy!" Kathy exclaims.
"What?" I run up eagerly to her side and stare at Max's lifeless form. I cringe. "You've just killed her," I could hear Kathy saying. "You killed her.
But, that wasn't what she was saying. No, she wasn't saying anything at all. Actually, we were watching the heart monitor as it stirred.
Beep.
My heart thudded and I clenched my teeth. I said a silent prayer just as the monitor made another sound. A sound of life.
Beep, beep . . .
The joyous sound continues, bringing in speed. A small tear escapes the corner of my eyes and I quickly wipe it away. God, I was being such a whimp.
But, this was Max. The girl that I cared about. Beautiful, wild, luring Max. Her smile came into my mind; her soft, subtle blush. Her laugh rang in my ears and I knew something amazing was just happening.
Kathy gasps and turns to me. "I think you've just saved her life. Again."
It was unbelievable, but Max's heart was beating at a stable rate. I was sitting just on the edge of her cot that the nurse had laid her in and was stroking her matted hair. She looked like she'd just walked through a category five hurricane – and she might as well have.
"Max . . . wake up." I gulped. What if she was in a coma? "Please . . ."
My head dropped a little. There really was no use in talking to someone who wasn't conscious.
But when was I ever a quitter?
Suddenly, I noticed Max's grip tighten on the blanket that was wrapped around her. Her eyes flutter open and it's like the sun is rising for the first time.
"Max," my voice sounds so relived, I'm aware of.
The look on her face was so powerless and weak as the tears start the well up in her eyes. A small amount of color forms in the tips of her cheeks – she's blushing. She licks her chapped lips and then looks up at me, the tears running over her skin. "Fang," she say's in a broken voice.
Before I'm able to restrain myself, I'm brushing away her tears, but it was no use. The tears weren't stopping any time soon. I pull Max into my chest, pulling my one arm – the other was in a sling because of the glass I'd broken from the syringe – around her and rubbing her back lightly. Sobs raked her body.
"T-tell me what happened," she asked in a shivering voice.
I stay silent. She takes this the wrong way.
Her voice is so small and petite it amazes even me. "Fang . . ."
I shake my head. "Go back to sleep, Max. We'll talk later." I help her lean back, adjusting her pillows for her and trying to reassure her everything was going to be okay. I stand next to her bedside of a second, assessing what I was going to do. I could easily see that she was taking in the full view of my burned face where the fire had gotten too. It wasn't really that bad of burn marks, but looks do deceive.
I pause before I leave, turn around and lean down to her leave. I cup her soft face in my hands and press my lips meaningfully against her forehead. Her sobs have stopped and were coming in small hick-ups now.
I knew it was time for me to leave, so she could rest.
With one last look, I left.
Hmm so yeah, how did you like it? I feel like there's something missing . . . I guess I'll try and figure out what. My writing's been off. Sorry. Anyways, love ya guys. Please R&R for me. kbye
Laurel