Fang POV

I woke up and my hand instantly went to rub my pulsing head. Well, I attempted to at least. I couldn't seem to get my arm, wrist or hand high enough to touch my nose, let alone rub the back of my head where the pulsing was worse. What was going on? I slowly opened my tired eyes and noticed that my arms had been strapped to the bed that I was currently lying on. That's when the fresh hospital smell hit my nose. I scrunched up my nose, trying in every way possible to block out the smell that had haunted me my whole life. But it just wasn't working! What did I ever do to deserve this? I can't even cover my nose with my hand to try and mask the smell a bit! God was obviously out to kill me!

"How are you doing son?" I looked over to the door and found a man in his early 30 standing there. Now, I'm not gay or anything (not that there's anything wrong with that) but this guy was pretty handsome. It's surprising that he doesn't have girls standing at his beck and call. (Like how I wish that Max was with me.) I wonder if Max would like him.

"Fine." What? He doesn't deserve more than that! He wears a white coat for Jeb's sake!

"Not much of a talker, are you?" At least he's observant. But I just shrugged, proving my point and also, proving him right. Darn! At that he laughed. I didn't see the funny side so I just raised my eyebrow at him. He just continues to laugh and says something that I can't quite hear. Obviously, my fall damaged my hearing.

"What did you say?" This was a first for me. Never had I had to ask somebody standing in the same room as me, let alone next to me, what they had just said. I wasn't used to it. But I'm pretty sure that even Iggy and his "super hearing" as he's dubbed it, wouldn't have heard what the doctor, or whitecoat, still not entirely sure, had said.

"Never mind." Suspicious... "Anyway, I'm Dr. Carlisle Cullen. And, luckily for you, I'm going to be looking after you until you're better. Now, I need you to take off your shirt. We weren't able to cut it off you see so I felt that you would feel easier taking it off for yourself." I see that smirk man. You know something.

"Ummm...I didn't land on my back. So I can just hold up the front of my shirt for you right?" Jesus. Making excuses makes me talk a lot.

"Ok then. Go ahead." I pull the front of my shirt up and let him feel me over, not up, over, making sure that none of my bones were broken and that everything was in the right place. But when he came to my heartbeat and pulse, I freaked. Not physically. That's not my style. But mentally I was having a Max brain attack. Not fun. He checks my pulse and looks up at me and then pulls back and then walks round to the end of the bed and looks at the pad things that I don't really care for the name of.

"That's all for now. I'll be back in a bit to check up on you...uhh..."

"Nick."

"Right. Nick. Is there anybody you can contact so that they know when to come and get you?" No phone would work. No light signals. Sound signals. I can't think of anything...

"Have you got a laptop or computer that I could borrow?"

"Yes." He leaves the room and a minute later, is back with a laptop. "Here. I'll see you later Fang ok?" But I wasn't really paying attention to him. If he'd told me that I was going to win a million bucks or I was going to be on the same team as it were with Itex or that I was secretly a father of the president of the united sates, not that that's possible for 2 quite obvious reasons, or that I had killed Max, ok...not the last one about killing Max, I wouldn't have turned around. I was focused on the laptop that was currently sitting on my lap and I was using to contact the one person that I knew had a computer with them. Max. She had my backpack so, hopefully, she also had my laptop. Everything that she'd need was in there for the laptop; charger, laptop, mouse, keyboard and such. Everything she needed. Now, the only question is, what should I put into this plea for help and for her to come back to me.

I must have fallen asleep as when I woke up, I could see a slither of the moon through the window. Oh how I wished that I was out there with the rest of the flock, and Max, under that beautiful moon, gazing at the beautiful Max. I sighed heavily, thinking, once again, about Max. I felt around on the bed beside me and then on my lap, not like that perverts, but I couldn't seem to find the laptop. I looked around the room, searching for the one thing that I need to contact the one person that could help me. My gaze landed on the chair in the corner of the room, obviously made for visitors. On it, sat the laptop that I'd been using. On top of that, sat a piece of paper. I somehow managed to heave myself out of the bed and over to the chair.

As soon as I reached said chair, I quickly picked up the laptop, balancing the letter or note on top before collapsing in pain onto the plastic chair. You know, for a hospital, they have really uncomfortable chairs. Do they want us to get back problems as well? I opened the letter slowly with my shaking hands and stared at what was written on the piece of flimsy paper that I desperately wanted to tear to shreds.

Nick,

I believe that there's somebody that I know that you'd like to meet. I sent the email and I'll bring them in tomorrow. I hope that you don't mind that I read that email. I'm sorry if I invaded your privacy.

Carlisle Cullen

I wasn't annoyed that he'd read the email. I wasn't annoyed that he'd even sent the email. No. I was annoyed that he was inviting somebody to see me without my consent or knowledge. This person could be anybody! Hell, it could be a whitecoat. I could hear my heart beat racing at the thought, through the ecstatic beeping of the machine that I was attached to. I heard the door fly open and footsteps run into the room. But I wasn't paying attention to any of that. I was staring at the place I had just seen a glimpse of the blonde hair that I love so much. I was positive that I'd seen her eyes as well but, considering they were pumping my body with sedatives, such as vallninum (?), that brings back memories, I couldn't be entirely sure about the eyes. But what did know, was that she was here, she was alive and she'd somehow known where I was.