34- Still Breathing
Summary: At the end of S4 El revives Max, but she isn't put into a coma. Just a couple broken bones.
Requested by: Angryfanfic
Max was going to die.
She was pressed up against a windowpane, vines wrapping around hanging her off the ground from her arms.
El was in a similar situation, except Vecna wasn't coming for her right now.
Vecna's long fingers stretched over her face, ready to pounce.
Max distantly heard El struggling against the vines.
Max kept gasping, trying to think of happy thoughts.
Too late.
Vecna's fingers latched onto her face and all Max felt was pain.
So much pain.
She couldn't think of anything at the moment, her mind was blank.
Max felt the snap of her bones.
Then, darkness.
No.
No, no, no.
El strained against the tentacles, trying to fight.
She heard Mike, what he was saying.
I love you.
With a scream, El ripped the vines, thrusting out her hand making Vecna go flying.
Max dropped to the ground, not moving.
Vecna's lair started to disappear around her, turning into the familiar blackness of the void.
El heard voices. She recognized it as Lucas's voice.
She started walking toward it. When she got there, she started sobbing.
Max was dying.
El watched her best friend take one last breath, then her eyes closed.
No.
El put a hand on Max's chest and concentrated.
"MAX!" Lucas screamed.
She couldn't be gone. No, not her.
Lucas held her tight to his chest, sobbing.
He was so devastated that he didn't notice his girlfriend's eyes fluttering open.
"Lucas." she rasped.
Lucas's head jerked down.
"Max!"
"Lucas," Max whispered. "Hurts, everywhere."
"I know." Lucas told her. "I know. Help is on the way. You are being so brave."
Max started whimpering.
Erica ran in, saying that an ambulance was coming.
The duo tried to make Max as comfortable as possible.
Soon, medics were swarming the attic, dragging their medical instruments with them.
3 DAYS LATER
Max burst out laughing, a result of a funny comment Dustin made.
She was sitting in a hospital bed, her right leg broken and her left wrist sprained.
El had somehow revived her, which everyone thought was cool.
El didn't care that it was cool, she was just glad that her best friend was okay.
Lucas was always next to her, with Steve not far behind.
It was annoying, but sweet.
They were all worried about her, because come on, she did die.
But hey, she was still breathing.
AN: Hope you like it, Angryfanfic! Happy birthday! Requests are open!