"I don't bite, you know." He scoffed at her blatant edginess and she sniffed indignantly.

"Well, with a name like Fang how should I know?" The raven haired boy in question stared at her a moment long before snorting slightly and turning his head away to appraise whatever poster hung on the other side of the room. Honestly, it was a bit of a strain on her head to focus so far away.

"I take it you're okay, then?" He had a peculiar tone to his voice, and it took a moment to register that it was thinly veiled worry. A funny feeling rose in her stomach at the sudden though, and this she believed was a good kind of funny. She shrugged.

"I think I've been hit with worse, honestly." He turned to her and rose an eyebrow – he sure did that a lot, didn't he? – as if expecting there was an interesting story hiding in those words. Although, thinking back to the incident she had been referencing, she figured there was. It hadn't been anything she'd expected at the time, that was for sure. She gave a slight laugh.

"I have a younger sister, Ella. You've probably seen her running around here by now," She prompted and Fang nodded, clearly up to date on the going ons of the newest additions to the high school population. And honestly it was hard not to be as hard and fast as news and rumors flew in a place like this.

When I was younger my sister and I would play out in the woods by our house all the time. Almost every afternoon we'd end up out there by ourselves or together. The two of us got up to just about anything you could imagine. We liked pretending we could fly, you see? Max left out the small fact that for one of them it hadn't been so much of a dream. "we had fun, but of course we were children we had a habit of getting each other in trouble and eventually we went a little too far.

"At this point we were trying to build a tree house. Because what kid doesn't want one of those when they are little? So we got the biggest tree we could find and started hauling wood up into it. I can't even remember where we found the boards exactly. We might have stolen them, come to think of it. I remember we had one neighbor who really didn't like us all that much. It wouldn't surprise me if this is what had set us up for that. He was a bit of an ass anyways. But we had gotten through most of our acquisitions and now it was time to start putting the thing together.

"Of course as the older sister I was the one who was in charge," Fang muttered something about it having nothing to do with being older. More something to do with being a bossy little bugger. Max ignored him and continued her story. "Anyways, I had gotten up into the top of the tree and was trying to nail a board into the lower branch when it ended up snapping off. Apparently driving a nail into a branch that's only twice as big as the nail isn't the best idea out there, you know?

Max laughed at this before continuing, rubbing a ghost sore on her arm. It hadn't been a pretty day at all. "I hit the ground hard and a ton of debris ended up falling on top of me. Ella had no idea what to do but ended up running to go get mom. Not the best experience, let me tell ya. I ended up with a fractured arm and several broken ribs. I think I even ended up dislocating my shoulder and my – well, you get the gist. I ended up in the hospital for several weeks for that stunt. Afterward we weren't allowed back out into the wood without mom or dad with us. Of course that didn't stop us from going out there anyways when we thought we could get away with it.

"We never were the best at listening to directions. Or I wasn't, anyways."

Fang was watching her hand rub circles around her arm and she stopped, suddenly embarrassed. Tucking a strand of hair behind her head and wincing as she did so Max could only shrug off the awkwardness.

"So yeah, I don't think I got a concussion, but definitely took a heavier beating back then. I'm sure if eleven year old me can handle it then an eighteen year old me can handle this little ol' thing," she gestured to the knot on her head.

"I expect you can." Fang's words caught her a little off guard, nowhere near as demeaning as she might have expected. She looked at him for a second and he seemed to realize himself and bristled slightly, "it's not like there's much in that head of yours to go knocking around as it is. You've got nothing to worry about."

Max gritted her teeth and grabbed her pillow before chucking it at his arrogant face for all she was worth. Whether he didn't expect her to throw it or didn't thing her aim would be quite so true, Fang didn't have time to block the pillow before it sailed straight into the smug little face of his. Max laughed when the force of the pillow, soft as it may be it had just been chunked by one remarkably strong birdkid, nearly tipped the boy from his chair.

Fang snatched the pillow before it hit the ground and, a little redder in the face than he previously had been, chucked the pillow right back at her. She was rather surprised – mostly because she hadn't expected him to further injuring someone with a concussion, though upon a moments thought the concussion itself might've slowed her reflexes just the smallest bit – and ended up on her back, knocked over in a shocked attempt to get away from the flying projectile. It, predictably, was resting atop her face. She grabbed it and threw the fluffy warpiece to the side before glaring at the boy who had dared to return fire.

They stared at one another for a few seconds, neither willing to give up and let the other claim the victory. Abruptly Max chuckled. Whether from the shock, or realizing the humor of the situation himself, Fang joined her. It didn't take long before both of them were rather adamantly laughing their sorry butts off. Apparently it grabbed the attention of lady Nurse and she eventually stepped back into the room to silence the pair.

"Alright, dears," she smothered a grin that showed her amusement over the pair, "I believe that's quite enough from the two of you. Max, you look to be doing just fine. Motor skills working quite as they should," she smirked a little at this before turning to Fang. "I appreciate your help keeping Max occupied. I'm sure you're ready to return to class now."

Fang stood and brushed himself off, surprisingly not looking quite so ready to flee as he had been upon their initial arrival. Max did feel a bit proud over this particular accomplishment. Not that she had cared to begin with, she reminded herself.

As embarrassing as it was to say Max was rather sad to see him go. She lay down and after the nurse checked on her she was on her own again, looking up at the white blank ceiling with little much else but to think about what all was on her mind. There was little to do but sleep, and honestly she was wide awake. There hadn't been time for that late night flight so she had actually gone to bed when she was supposed to. Unusual though it was.

Max flipped onto her side and looked at the wall. A simple eye testing chart hung on the wall. As far as Max could tell hr eyes sight was doing pretty well. Considering she could read the C symbol on the end of the page that told the make and destination of the thing. Company or whatever. Yeah her eyes weren't going anywhere anytime soon. Although focusing on the poster for too long was doing nothing for the ache behind her eyes.

Flipping onto her other side she couldn't imagine what she was supposed to do with all this time. Sure she didn't exactly enjoy the thought of going to class but she didn't care for the thoughts running amuck in her head either. She furrowed her brow and realized with a rather big jolt of surprise that she was thinking this over more than a little too much.

"Calm down, weirdo," she told herself and gave a small shake as she tried to organize her thoughts. School, new home, new people she hated and didn't hate. New family who she also liked and disliked. There was too much going on and her head was starting to protest the constant hammering of thoughts in her brain. Honestly, she wasn't meant to be thinking quite so much.

Intelligence notwithstanding, she really didn't need these thoughts to call so heavily on her time. She had things to do. Things were supposed to come naturally, with little thought and little contemplating. That was how she liked it. She didn't need to waste her time checking over and over that she was making the right choice. Didn't care enough about what people thought to go and think over it for more than a few seconds.

What the hell was wrong with her? Maybe this concession was doing more to her head that she had realized. "Maybe I do need to sleep this off," she considered before taking herself up on the idea and laying down further and returning her eyes to the cracked ceiling. She could do with a nap. As the thought grew heavy in her mind so did her eyelids and before she could further contemplate her recent mental chattiness she was out.