A/N: Sorry for the late update. I haven't had much of a chance to get on the computer lately. But remember, criticism and reviews are always welcome!
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"At this rate," I grumbled, "we'll never get there!"
Over the past three years, Angel hadn't done a lot of flying, so every other hour she needed a break. Fang was getting tired just as quickly because he had to carry me in his arms.
I remembered our journey to save Angel from the school three years ago. It had only taken about two days to reach Lake Mead from the house. I had been hoping that it would take the same amount of time going back, but with these frequent breaks, it was going to take a lifetime. Even though the sun would be setting soon (and we had been on the go since we had first been separated from Nudge, Iggy, and Gazzy), I couldn't say that we were even a quarter of the way there.
Angel looked up at me with her big blue eyes. She stood up from her spot on the ground, spreading her wings. "I can go again," she said in an unwavering voice. In just that one moment, she reminded me of Gazzy, my little trooper.
A small smile tweaked at Angel's lips. I've only been stuck with him for the past three years,she thought at me.
I smiled for only a brief moment, then looked at Fang. "You ready to go?" I asked him. He simply shrugged and stood, holding his arms out for me.
As Fang picked me up, I said, "God, I feel like such a dead weight."
The truth was, I could almost fly now, thanks to my rapid healing. Unfortunately, whenever I tried to do it on my own, the wound would start bleeding again. Also, landings would be tricky, seeing as I could barely walk on my shredded legs. Damn, they did a good job of disabling me, I thought.
Then, we were in the sky.
The next couple hours passed uneventfully. I wanted to try out my flying again. Fang didn't want to have to take a sudden break to tend to my wound, so he wouldn't let me. I supposed that that was a good choice on his part.
I looked back and forth between Fang and Angel. Angel had fallen behind a considerable amount, and sweat was trickling down the side of Fang's face. I sighed. "Time for another break, guys."
Fang and Angel landed, and Fang laid me down on the ground. I watched as they plopped down, wiping sweat from their faces.
"How's our progress?" I asked Fang. He barely even glanced at me, and I knew. Not good.
God, I felt so useless. I was pretty sure we all did.
Pursing my lips and focusing my eyes on the ground, I thought, We're trying, guys. Just hang tight. We'll get there. My mind involuntarily added, We'll get there, whether you will or not.