Arg! Okay. So here is the other chapter I promised. I wrote this late at night again and I can honestly say that I don't have anymore after this at this moment in time. I will type up the other chapters when I'm away at home. I should get several done. Again, I will not be posting for about a week, so forgive the tardiness.

Another thing: I have gotten several comments about how this story is similar to others on the main page. Well, look at the publishing date and see who wrote their story first. I did. I don't really care if others are taking my ideas, I have more important things to worry about. I DO read these other stories and yes, I definitely see the likeness. But most are going off on their own plot lines and I guarantee that mine is heading in a different direction. So if some of those people are still reading this, it's OKAY. I'm kinda flattered. But you'll loose your creativity if you don't take your own chances with these characters. Perhaps they can improve on this story with theirs, its doubtful though.

Sorry I went off on a tangent but I just want people to know that this entire story that is separate from JP's stuff comes from my own deranged, weird, manic, flippant head. I have so many odd stories floating around up there it's scary. I'm 21, in college and getting a minor in English so give me some credit. (All my mistakes in this story are blamed on lack of sleep and stupidity)

So, enjoy my friends.

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Chapter 29.

I heard the front door creak open and a female voice boomed over the silence, "WHERE IS SHE!"

I swallowed hard. It was Anne. I recognized her voice immediately.

A few seconds later Fang opened my door and came in followed by Anne and a young guy dressed in white. He looked vaguely familiar.

"My God," Anne whispered as she came up to the bed. She turned to Fang, "Can she move?"

He shook his head and came around my other side and took my hand. "Save her," was all he said. He looked brutal.

Anne looked at my face and smile softly, "Every things going to be alright. I'm here now." Her face dropped back into a state of shock and fear. Anne quickly lifted back the sheet and removed some of the towels to inspect my wounds. She then felt around my stomach which caused pain and I hissed.

Fang squeezed my hand and I noticed he never took his eyes off of Anne.

She reached her hand back to the other guy who placed a big black bag in it. She took out different vials of clear liquid in small glass bottles reading the labels. She also took out a needle.

If I wasn't already horizontal I might have just past out. Needles, I hate needles. No matter how many times they were used on me I'll never get use to them.

Anne started to fill the needle up with several amounts of several vials. She was also barking orders to the guy who scrambled with another bag pulling out other medical objects. I already had panic rushing through my body but the sight of the needle was making it boil.

She flicked the needle and squirted it a little, clear liquid flew across the room. I started to hyperventilate. She looked back at me her own eyes wide and she took a deep breath.

"This should stop the bleeding." Her hand rose above my stomach aiming below my belly button. My breaths started to come out in wheezes.

Fangs hand shot out and grabbed Anne's. "If this doesn't work…. You'll regret ever living." His eye's were blood thirsty, it frighten me almost as much as the needles.

"You called me, remember." Anne's short retort held firm and her face never wavered. Fang released her hand and she stuck the needle in fast injecting it even faster.

When she finished she looked at me a little frightened. She still held the needle in her hand and looked down at it like she never seen it before.

"Please let this work," she pleaded.

The three people in the room were staring at me waiting for any type of reaction. I felt a warm sensation rush through my body. It was comforting at first but then it turned annoyingly warm. It felt like a heating blanket turned up high. The warmth increased until it became hot…. really hot. Excruciatingly hot.

It hurt, it felt like my body was on fire. Sweat started pouring from my head. My breathing became erratic. Fire… fire, pure fire. What did she do? My toes burned my nose burned. I could feel every piece of the hair on my head burning. The sheets rubbing against my skin made the burning sensation worse adding friction. Anne's fingers were on my wrist checking my pulse which was racing.

"Anne, what the hell did you do!" Fang shouted as he took in my appearance.

"Wait… just wait. It should work." She begged her breath becoming faster as well.

She turned to the guy in white and repeated, "It should work, right?" The guy nodded frantically.

It wasn't working. It felt like the blood leaving my body now was pure fire escaping. I gasped air as a new wave of pain crashed down below my waist.

"Damit!" Anne yelled. She grabbed her bag and rushed down to the end of the bed. She yanked the sheet and pushed up my legs until my knees were up in the air.

"Give me another needle and the gauze and retractor and the Augmitosin bottle," Anne prattled at the guy who was handing her the requested objects.

I felt more pricks and even more burning. Tears gushed from my eyes.

Knock me out! What can you just knock me out! I shouted in my head.

"Anne..," Fang warned. "Fix it! FIX IT NOW!" His shout reverberated through out the house.

Anne continued to scramble and I could see worry and fright on her face. I didn't care, my body felt engulfed.

Then as soon as I thought I would burn to death the heat and pain stopped. It rushed out just as fast as it rushed in. It was an amazing feeling and my stomach stopped hurting instantly. My pulse slowed and relief flooded Anne's face.

"There," she whispered. She returned by my side wiping her bloody hands on a towel. "that should do it." She went back to the towels and after cleaning me up with them she let out a weak laugh. "No more bleeding. No more… oh Lord."

She looked like she was going faint. She touched my knee and smiled with tears in her eyes.

Fang had his eyes closed and bent to rest his head against mine. I could feel his sigh of relief as his breath shook.

Okay. So… no more bleeding. My own relief was mostly due to the relief from pain. But not bleeding to death was a welcoming comfort. I still couldn't move though. I tried to move again but still nothing.

Anne was back in her black bag getting other vials out. She came back quickly with another needle. Good grief.

"This should loosen your muscles so you can move," she said as Fang lifted his head from mine and glared at her.

This time I didn't shutter at the needle. The needle was my friend, especially if it gave me back mobility. She stuck in my arm and again I felt the liquid as it moved through my body rapidly. It kinda hurt…. nothing should pass through a person that fast but the effect was almost immediate.

I wiggled my fingers and slowly turned my head to Fang. He was wide eyed and his own fingers tightened around mine.

"Move your toes, Max." Anne ordered. I did but my eyes never left Fang's.

"Try to speak," she commanded.

I licked my lips and opened my mouth, "I… I'm sorry." I slurred to Fang as tears rushed down.

His breathing hardened and his nose flared. He kissed my forehead but his face was still passive.

Anne was taking my pulse and blood pressure when I turned back to her. The guy was next to her taking blood from the thigh vein. I didn't even feel the prick of the needle.

Anne stared at Fang and I, something passing over her face. She looked warn out like the rest of us. I guess receiving a threat from Fang would worry just about anybody. "Clean her up." She directed at Fang.

"She's stabilized." She started to put things back in her bag. "I still need to do test," she held up the tube of my blood, "Do you have a room we could set our equipment up at?"

"Yeah… the room around the corner." Fang spoke. He rubbed his eyes with his free hand.

"Okay." She nodded. Anne stood there for a second looking at me. I felt like I grew a third eye or something.. This will help you sleep. You shouldn't move for a few hours, your body needs to heal." Anne said tiredly. She grabbed another needle and went to put it in my shoulder. "We need to find a sonogram so we can see if the child survived."

"Wait, you mean it didn't work?" Fang asked.

Anne squared her shoulders and held her head up. "We saved Max. That was our first priority. It now depends on how much blood she lost if the child is still alive."

I gulped and closed my eyes. Realization came crashing down. I didn't want this child to die. I was scared but…. it's not the baby's fault. I squeezed Fangs hand and watched as Anne and the other man left.

My face was turning red as I felt Fang's gaze linger on me. He hates me and has every right to. I didn't want to look at him. I didn't want him to see my face. I didn't want to see his.

He silently released my hand and grabbed the wet rag and went back to cleaning my legs and stomach. We didn't talk to one another. I barley looked at him. He managed to change the sheets with out moving me too much and he helped me into one of his large shirts. He noticed I winced a lot at even the smallest of movements and he tried to lessen them.

He kicked the towels into a pile and my nerves finally gave up. I had no idea exactly what to say but I had to say something.

" Fang." I whispered. He stopped with his back to me. "I know you're mad at me."

"I'm livid." He interjected. His voice was rough and I could see his wings twitch.

"And you have every right to be. I messed up." I bit my lip, well tried to. It tasted like a balloon since it was so swollen.

He turned to face me. "You more than messed up, Max. You almost killed yourself and the verdict is still out on our child." His voice trembled as he brought up the baby.

"I know," I cried. "I know. I was scared… I wasn't thinking…. You should be mad. You should hate me and I know --."

"What in the hell were you scared of?" he asked behooved.

"You!"

"Me, wha—" he looked like he was just slapped.

"Yes, you." I tried to use my hands for effect but they still hurt. My broken writs was wrapped and I couldn't move it.

"How were you scared of me! You couldn't tell me you were pregnant because you were frightened of me!" He rolled his eyes completely pissed.

"You were exactly thrilled about Faith so excuse me for not telling you about another child when your just getting used to the first one!" I shouted back at him.

He stopped cold and gave me a blank stare. I continued on my tirade.

"I was going to tell you. I was confused, I just found out I was pregnant. I didn't know. I did not know how you were going to react, I didn't know how the flock was going to take it, I… just…didn't… know! I don't want to cause any more trouble than I already am—," I was cut off by a shake of his head.

"You are no trouble and this was important. You have to stop keeping secrets from me because you think I can't handle it or you think it would cause more trouble. It has to end NOW!" he came up beside my bed and dropped down on his knees. The pain medication was wearing off and I shifted my weight to try to ignore the pain.

"Max, there is only so much I can do for you. Only so much I can do on my side of this. You need to trust me, trust our family." He paused and let out a small laugh, " I was so angry with you earlier I thought I would have to leave the room. I still think I might, but you have to get it through your thick blond head…. if we're not honest with one another it can only lead to bad news."

He took my good hand again turned it over and kissed the palm.

" I don't deserve you," I whispered.

He gave me another heart melting, soul pounding look and rose to his feet. "I'm need to leave before I say something I'll regret. Sleep some. When you wake up, we'll ask Anne what exactly the hell is going on."

I nodded my head. My heart felt his distance but I knew he needed to think. I was really stupid and he's trying to forgive me. I'm lucky he's even doing that.

"Hey, Fang." My interests piped at one detail. "How did you know about the baby….. and about calling Anne." I could feel the sleep medicine start to take effect. "Please tell me."

He looked at me for a second, perhaps questioning whether or not to tell me. He sucked his teeth and glanced down at the floor. "The voice told me." He muttered glancing back up to me.

"Huh? My voice told you that?" I asked. My eyes were drooping.

"No, Max. My voice told me. I have one now too." He grabbed an ice pack from the side table and placed it on my face. "Here, for the swelling. I'll explain later, try to sleep." He turned and left the room.