[A/N] Eeek! I don't have any excuses for this week-late post, except for midterms and how I was still recovering? ^^;
Yeah. I'll go to a remedial update school, I promise.
But if I don't update for a bit, that means I try my best to type a longer chapter 8D!
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[24.2] Damage; Part Two
"Fang… wake up," Angel whispered. The Flock was now in a hospital, the same hospital they were in when Fang was first badly injured. [A/N: I think in book 2 or 3? The one where we meet Sam and miss Red-head. C: And it's prolly in California or something, but this hospital works for the story. =_=]
It had been about a week since the battle, and since then, Fang had been in a comatose state. Doctors had been striding in and out of the room, putting on plastic smiles, telling the Flock how he would be alright, and probably wake up soon. However, they and the Flock both knew that it would probably take a miracle for Fang to wake up.
It was now almost midnight, and Mrs. Martinez had just gotten to the hospital. She had made amends with Max, doing her best to explain Itex, the Voice, Jeb, and the experiments. Although Max couldn't fully grasp Itex's real purpose, she decided to forgive Mrs. Martinez (although she didn't really do anything wrong in the first place; Mrs. Martinez just felt like she had.)
"Come on guys, we should go." She said, stepping into Fang's room. The Flock whipped their heads towards her, as silence had been dominating the room, except for Max, who was still fixated on Fang's closed eyes. "It's late," she said.
The Flock stood up, (save Max), and followed Mrs. Martinez out of the room. Iggy, the last of the group, paused, waiting for Max's footsteps to pass by. "Max? We're going!" he called.
The group turned around, watching Max's unmoving figure. "I think… it's better if we let her stay here the night," Angel whispered. Mrs. Martinez nodded sadly, watching her daughter's sad figure lean over Fang. [A/N: In this hospital, there's no limit to visiting time.]
"If you need anything, you can call us, alright?" She said. Max barely moved her head, but it was a nod.
The door closed behind them, and Max continued to sit in silence. She shifted in her seat, placing her hand on top of Fang's hand now that the Flock was gone. She squeezed it, hoping for a response. There was none; the monitor continued to beep steadily, showing no changes.
"God, I hope you wake up soon," she whispered. "It's lonely without you."
After picking Fang up from the battle, they had flown all the way to the hospital, but she hadn't the time to notice how Fang was completely unresponsive. By the time they all got to the hospital, Fang was immediately shipped to surgery for the extensive injuries he had received from being his other self [A/N: when he's in that "KILL MAX D8" mode.] and from fighting. The Flock had had fewer injuries, but they were all drugged and sent to rooms to recover. They had all woken up in one or two days, depending on the extent of their wounds, and had found themselves bandaged and feeling a lot better than they had in weeks. They had all found Fang, still alive, but comatose. Max, the last to wake up, had found the Flock surrounding him. When she was told the news, her grip on reality had nearly shattered.
Now, she was just barely conscious of the world around her, but she kept focusing on Fang. The Flock had been told to stay after for another day, and then they could go home. However, Max was the only one to stay and watch over Fang. Every night, after the Flock went home, she would begin to talk to Fang, always hoping for him to wake up.
"It's lonely without you," she repeated. "I don't think it's possible to function correctly without you." She laid her head on his chest, hearing the strong heartbeat, but waiting for his eyes to open. The doctors didn't know why he wasn't waking up, so Max often spent the nights wondering why he wouldn't.
Listening to his heart beating, hoping for his eyes to flutter open once more, she drifted to sleep.
[A/N: Although you might think that this next piece probably has no significance at all… it actually does. U: You probably won't notice it, but regardless, it was still fun to write. C:]
Fang was floating in a sea of memories.
The first few that passed him by were painful ones; ones that he'd rather forget and pretend were never part of his life. His memories of the School floated by, his first glimpses of life. Clipped wings, bleeding wings, and feathers. Next were needles, vials of liquids and injections, and cages; the cages which had kept him from freedom for so long. Then came the Erasers, tearing at skin and flesh. Blood was spattered for the next few years, but then came a brilliant light- for the next few years, he's be savoring his first real taste of freedom for a few happy years.
However, its taste soon turned bitter, as Jeb disappeared from their lives. After that, every day was a constant battle to stay alive.
Then, he was captured. The brilliant light went out as soon as it had come. It was now dark, filled with feelings of confusion. He saw the self that had wanted to kill Max- the only star is his world of everlasting night.
The flow of memories stopped, and he found himself in darkness once more. He could hear Max talking to him.
"God, I hope you wake up soon. It's lonely without you."
"Max! I am awake!" He shouted. There was no answer. He watched her hold back tears, and felt his hand being squeezed.
He was awake… wasn't he?
Max had now fallen asleep, and he watched as a nurse entered the room. She put a blanket over Max, a sad smile as she realized her position. "Still in that comatose state, isn't he…" she murmured.
Comatose state? He noticed his surroundings. He was in a hospital. There was a monitor that was attached to him by wires and tubes, and Max was slumped, her head lying on his chest. He saw the nurse place a blanket on Max, take a swift glance at the clipboard by his bedside, and left.
Oh.
[A/N] I lied. =_= One more chapter.
I need some time to think and stuff.
Today has not been my day. \: skjadfhf.
But yeah, is this okay?
