Author's Note: So. This chapter was better the first time I wrote it. But two and three got lost.
I wanted this to be a good chapter, but I figured you would want to know Iggy's not dead. So sorry it's not that great of writing and what not.
Anyway. Read and Review, please? Oh, and sorry it's so short.

Max POV

A sob escaped my throat when I felt for a pulse. Iggy was alive. Pale, barely breathing, in a cold sweat, and most likely very close to death, but he was alive. I heard Angel crying, and Nudge going on endlessly somewhere in the background, but nothing seemed to register. "Help me get him in the house. Up to his room," I demanded to no one, but Fang lifted him and flew up towards the house. When did he even get down here? I remember thinking. But I took a deep breath and swallowed hard. I could deal with our personal issues later. When Iggy is okay.

Up in Iggy's room, I ran a cold wash cloth over his face, trying to cool him down. "Angel, get me the phone. Nudge go get some Advil, in case he's in pain when he comes to. Gazzy go get a glass of water and some ice." They all ran out of the room to do what they were told. Of course they would wait till someone might be dying to start to listen.

Fang walked into the room then, carrying the phone, Advil, and glass of water and ice. "I told the kids to wait downstairs for us to see what is going on."

"Alright," I said, trying to aside our current fight. "Call my mom and tell her what happened and to get home, now. I need to go to the bathroom. Watch him." With that I stood up and went down the hall and slammed the bathroom door behind me. I turned on the sink and then sat on the floor, with my head in my hands, trying to think. What had happened? Iggy was always the dependable one. And then the obvious dawned on me. Without Iggy, the Flock probably wouldn't survive. I might have sat on the bathroom floor all after noon if I hadn't heard three things happen all at once. My mom getting out of the car and screeching when she saw the kitchen; something heavy, hitting the floor hard in Iggy's room; and Fang yelling out for help.

Fang POV

One second Iggy was laying on the bed barely breathing, the next he was having some sort of seizure. His arms were flailing and his eyes bugged open. They were blood shot and tearing up. "Max! Come help!" Iggy flipped on the floor and then stop flailing.

Max ran into the room, shortly followed by Dr. Martinez. I went to pick Iggy up and put him back onto the bed but he pushed me off and said, "Dude, uh, personal space."

"Iggy! Lay down, how are you feeling?" Max said. Iggy got up and sat on the edge of the bed. Putting his head in his hands he started rubbing his temples.

"I-I'm okay. Major headache though. I feel like I haven't slept or eaten in a week," he replied.

"What happened?!" Dr. Martinez snapped, not meanly though, just as if she was under a lot of pressure.

Max stood and walked closer to her mom. "Well, the explosion downstairs was an accident. Gazzy and Iggy sort of, well, made a mistake and uh.. boom." Max made an explosion motion with her hands. "Then we were outside and Iggy started screaming, and his nose was bleeding and then he just passed out. That's when we brought him up here and called you." Max took a deep breath. She looked like she was under too much pressure too. I knew this wasn't easy.

I looked down at the floor. Trying to think of some way to help all of this. Dr. Martinez stepped towards Iggy and started to check him out. He was looking a little better, but you could still tell he was pretty sick; and no one in the Flock ever gets sick.

"Go get me the thermometer and hand me the Advil." Max rushed out of the room, so I handed her the Advil. She took it looking at me straight in the eye. "It'll be okay, Fang." She was so motherly. Max was lucky. I'm glad she had finally found someone like that. I thought that maybe I should tell her how important she and Ella really were to Max. Max wasn't likely to be talking about all her feelings; mom or not. But keeping my cool, I simply nodded and stepped back towards the door.

Max came in then with the thermometer and handed it to Dr. Martinez. A minute later she spoke again. "Iggy lay down and try to rest, I'm going to talk to Max an Fang out in the hallway."

I don't know if Iggy even heard her, he was unconscious again. I couldn't tell if he was asleep or passed out, and I wasn't sure I wanted to.

Out in the hall Dr. Martinez folded her arms across her chest and looked at the ground; not a good sign. She then reached out and put her hand lightly on Max's shoulder, and used her other to nervously brush hair back behind her ear. "It doesn't look good. His fever is too high, 103, barely missing 104. If he doesn't get to a hospital and get the right drugs, he could die."

Max let out a gasp that closely resembled a sob. She looked down at her feet, blinking rapidly. She was trying not to cry. "I'm going to run some ice over his forehead. Then we need to get him in the car and back to my office. Hopefully, we'll have all the drugs we need there."

She turned to walk away and Max stood there looking lost as ever. "Max.." I wanted to comfort her, but I didn't know how. I reached out to touch her arm, but she jerked away.

"Just get the Flock in the van. I'll help my mom get Iggy downstairs." She stared me down, letting me know I wasn't forgiven, and that I'd have to work to be.

I nodded and walked away.

Max's POV

I walked back into Iggy's room and my mom looked over at me. "We'll make it okay. And you and Fang will make up." I gave her a smile. I love having mom, especially one new me so well.

"Yea.." I said. Let's just hope Iggy's around when we do..