Eck! I keep making short chapters! Gr I'm annoying even myself, but I keep finding perfect places to end. Gah, this is annoying. Well, anyway, R&R!
I woke up to the smell of… something. I couldn't tell what it was, but it smelt odd. Not clean… or maybe too clean… not a good smell, but defiantly not a bad one. Not flowery, but not food-like. It just smelt… weird. My eyes fluttered open to a white room with white sheets, walls, pillows, and floors. The sun was shining into the room, making it extra bright because of the light shining against the white. There was an annoying beeping by my ear. I looked over to see something that was going in zigzagged lines, every time the beep sounded it was either up or down. I wanted to break the damn thing. The door opened to a man in a white coat. I sat up quickly and tried to get out of the bed, but I got tangled up in a bunch of wires. Suddenly the flock were in the room.
"Maxine, get back in bed. We're at a hospital." Fang said, eyeing me as he held Kismet in his arms.
I looked from Fang to the man in the white coat, probably a doctor, and slowly got back into the bed.
"Why am I in a hospital?" I questioned with slight irritation.
"You collapsed and wouldn't wake up." Fang said as he walked over to me. Kimmy reached out for me and I pulled her into my arms.
"What do you mean I wouldn't wake up? How long have I been out?"
Fang didn't say anything.
"F… Nick. How long have I been out?" My voice had turned demanding.
He took a deep breath before answering. "Two weeks."
I froze. I was shocked. Never had one of my "Max Attacks" made me be knocked out for more then a few hours. It was impossible.
"W-what's wrong with me?" I managed to ask.
Fang didn't answer. He quickly picked up Kismet and fled the room, leaving me with the doctor and the rest of the flock. There were tears in all the younger kids eyes, and Iggy looked like his heart had been ripped out. I looked at the doctor.
"Please… tell me what's wrong with me."
He was quiet for a moment, and I knew that it must be bad if even the doctor couldn't tell me. He was probably still shocked that we had wings. I held back my tears as I saw the sorrow in even his eyes. I would be strong. No matter what he said, I would be strong.
"I'm not sure exactly, but if you're anything like a… uh… normal person…" he stropped, obviously checking to see if he had offended me.
"Go on."
"I'm sorry, but our research points to…" he stopped again.
"Damn it, will you just tell me!" I yelled, feeling the rage and fear welling up inside me.
"You… you have… brain cancer."