The surgery took hours, and during the whole thing Fang didn't sleep one second. Kismet was once again in his arms, sleeping happily, completely oblivious to the fact that her mother was on the verge of death. Angel had been crying for a few hours before falling asleep from pure exhaustion. Gazzy had curled up with her about an hour later, sleepy and cold, needing the body warmth of his sister. Nudge had tried to stay up, but had fallen asleep five hours into the surgery, and Fang had ordered Iggy to go to sleep, tired of seeing him look so grim. He was now the only one awake, and he was feeling very anxious and tired. He refused to sleep, however. He was determined to be awake when the surgery ended so he could see her, hopefully not for the last time.
It wasn't until thirteen hours later, 6 o'clock in the morning, that the surgery ended and the doctors came out to head home for some good sleep. The doctor who had spoken to him earlier came over to him, having a mixture of emotions on his face. Fang couldn't decipher any of them.
"How'd it go? Is she okay? Did she make it?" Fang asked anxiously, making sure to keep quiet so nobody woke up.
"The surgery was a success. We removed the tumor, and we got a large quantity of blood from her. We replaced the blood as well as we could, but we are still unsure if the body will accept the cells." he paused, as if to say more, but unsure of how to say it.
"What else?" Fang asked, with a hint of fear in his voice.
The doctor looked down—not a good sign—and said sadly, "I'm afraid she's gone into a coma. It could last only a few hours, or it could last for years. I'm sorry."
Fang looked down, holding back some tears. "C-can I see her?" he questioned.
The doctor nodded and showed him to the room. Fang made sure to carry Kismet softly, as to not wake her up. As he entered the room his breath caught. She was right there, in the bed, but it wasn't her. Her skin was a deathly white, and you could see her vanes. There were wires all around her, and she looked weak. If he didn't know any better, he would think she'd be dead. He sat down beside her and softly look her hand. The doctor left the room so he could be alone with her.
"Hey sweetie…" he said softly, feeling foolish for trying to talk to her.
"I'm not sure if you can hear me, but, well, I'm going to talk to you anyway." he squeezed her hand softly, but she didn't squeeze back, although he didn't expect her to. She was, after all, in a coma.
"I… I just want you to know, I love you. I love you more than words could possibly describe. You mean everything to me, and I'm never going to leave you. I'll make sure you stay safe while you're like… this. And once you're back to your normal self I'll still watch you." he laughed softly, "You need someone to watch you, even when you are feeling well. We all know you can do the most foolish thing at times."
His small laughter turned to tears and he hugged his sleeping daughter.
"I'll make you this promise though. I'll watch over Kismet. I know that if you were conscious, you'd ask me to. I won't let anything happen to her." He leaned down and kissed her lips softly before pulling back and watching her.
Little did he know that his daughter was not sleeping, but hearing every word he spoke. She didn't know it then, but that promise would change her future in so many ways. That promise would make the young girl become more then just a mutant child. Someday, that little girl would become a hero, just like her mother, and she would do extraordinary things, that would change the world.
Yes, I'm sorry, but this isthe end. But! the is a Sequel! It will be about—who else?—Kismet! I don't have a title yet, but I'll think of one. Okay, so tell me what you think about the ending. Don't kill me for making Max go into a coma; I have a reason for it. R&R! Oh, and Happy Holidays!