A.N- I know that what happens to Fang might not be possible, and I try to make the story as factual as I can, but pretend just for me ok?:)

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Straight Wings And Curvy Halls

"Ok Max, I promise that I'll do this as quickly as possible, ok?" Iggy reassures me from behind, with a hand on my shoulder.

I nod my head, still looking at the ground like I have been for a long time.

Now before you go assuming anything: no, were not doing anything bad, you dirty minded creeps…

We were in a hospital and my dear mother thought that this would be a wonderful time to teach Iggs how to reset bones.

Well it wasn't for me, and I was the only 'guinea bird' that was able to be used for this since I had a messed up wrist, foot, and wings. I didn't really have any other choice other than to cooperate, and I didn't feel like resisting anyway.

I didn't feel like doing anything actually.

I wince as I feel Iggy's hand stretch out my crooked wing. I didn't resist thought and kept looking at the ground.

The flock and Fang's guys were in the room with us and were all watching intently, I'm sure. This was the most entertainment they'd had in a few days.

Fang and Dylan though, were in another room. Dylan had gotten shot under the collarbone and the shot hadn't hit anything important so he'd be fine probably by tomorrow. Fang, however, was in a different situation.

Fang had gotten shot very close to the heart and had to be operated on quickly, for what had felt like forever. The bullet had actually gone cleanly through him right beside his heart and hadn't pierced it, but it had gone through a lung. They said that he should be okay, but I wouldn't; not until I saw him.

"Alright Iggy, now doctors usually use a mallet but I think you can use your fingers, that way if you need to do this on the road you'll have everything you need." I sense Iggy nod behind me and then plunge a needle into my wing.

"So I just put all of it in?" He asks as I start to lose feeling in my left wing.

"Yeah, and if you don't have any anesthetics you have to get this done as quick as possible because it'll only feel worse the longer you take." My mom tells him as she walks in front of me. "Are you ready honey?"

I shrug and say nothing, still not looking from the spot on the tiled floor.

My mom kneels on the floor in front of me to look at me in the eyes. "Max, he'll be ok. They both will, trust me." She tells me with a sympathetic look.

I look in her chocolate brown eyes, the ones that look so much like my own. The eyes that had shown me just how much love can be shown from one look.

I nod and she gives me a warm smile before turning back to Iggy.

"Ok Max, I'm gonna do it now…" Iggy warns and I think his grip on my wing tightens.

I'm surprised to not feel anything and after a while I look slightly up to my mom, wondering if it was already over.

She was patiently looking at Iggy.

"I- Sorry, I can't do it… I don't want to hurt Max." I hear Iggy utter from behind me and release my wing.

"Iggy, it's fine. I'd rather you all do this than anyone else." I tell him reassuringly.

Those had been the first words I'd spoken since I woke up in this hospital a few days ago and started freaking out over Fang and Dylan; Iggy realized that and nodded, putting his hands back to my wings a moment later.

I felt some pressure and then one of my big wing bones felt like it snapped. It didn't hurt too badly though so I only winced slightly. "Sorry." Iggy whispers to me. I feel the bones grinding a little which made me feel uncomfortable, but then it was back in place and it felt better than before.

My mom walked closer to my back and felt the place where Iggy's hands had been. "Feels perfect Iggy." She compliment, then walks to the wall. "Now we should do this one beside it, so that it won't put too much pressure on the other ones..." She says pointing to a lit up x-ray of my wings.

… A few hours later…

"All done Max!" Iggy says happily. "Are you ok?" he asks kneeling down in front of me to see my face.

I look in his pale blue eyes and nod, and then look around. My mom wasn't there so I took the opportunity and asked, "You check all the labels?" quietly.

He looked confused for a second then got what I was asking. "Yeah, they were all pretty mild and shouldn't do anything." He whispers to me.

Looking around again, I see that no one was paying attention to us. I sigh, "I should tell them, at least my mom for now. I can't keep doing this and I'm afraid something might happen when you're not with me to watch over everything." I whisper for only him to hear.

"I think you should, too. You can't hide it forever after all…" He looks back to the others, who were talking amongst themselves and eating some hospital food. "Why, did you want to do it now? I can go with you if you want."

"Please?" I beg with a smile.

"Let's go." Iggy says, offering a hand while returning a smile.

I take it and get up from the bed I had been sitting on. Everyone looks up questionably. "We'll be right back, were going to get more food and another X-ray done on my wings." I lie with an easy smile. They all believe me and go back to their business.

My mom was with Fang and Dylan. No one was allowed to do anything important to them unless my mom was in the room, which I was happy about. So we had to go to their room to get my mom, and that meant that I could finally see them!

I quickened my pace at that thought and Iggy sped up right alongside me. "Slow down, she's not going anywhere." He tells me.

I slow to a light jog, seconds before we arrive at their door. Iggy looks down at me and asks "Ok, are you ready?"

Iggy had already came to see them so the doctors could see what was normal for us bird kids and compare it to Fang and Dylan, but I still hadn't because they had to check if I was OK… aaaand they didn't want me to freak out… again…

I nod vigorously and turn the door knob.

A small smile comes to my lips when I open the door and see Dylan slowly standing up- with the help of a doctor. "Dylan." I say as he sees me too. He wasn't wearing a shirt and had a bunch of gauze wrapping the right side of his chest, over his shoulder and under his arm.

He sees me and his grimace turns into a huge goofy smile that anyone else would have been embarrassed to be seen with, but I was glad to see it. "Max!" He greets happily.

The doctor gives a patient smile and says "Alright, now you can walk around for a bit, but you'll have to come back in a little bit if you get too lightheaded. I'm still not sure that your body has made enough blood yet."

He nods while waving the doctor carelessly away, and is already half way to me when he asks "Max, are you OK?" worriedly.

"Am I OK? What about you?" I ask with a smile. "You're the one that got sho-" And then I remember… "Where's Fang?" I ask with urgency, looking around quickly.

"Uh, um he's over there, but-" Dylan says as I run to the other side of the room, leaving a frowning Dylan in the dust.