Disclaimer: hey my faithful Figgy readers! Here is the fifth, and shortest, chapter. Enjoy!
Iggy watched Fang's shallow breathing intently. He hadn't left Fang's side since the Flock arrived at the hospital, and he wasn't about to start now. Fang was sleeping on a hospital cot, but his heart rate was slow. Iggy traced every line in Fang's face with his eyes. Why did I have to tell him to get lost? Iggy whined to himself. It's my entire fault. I'm such a horrible person.
His thoughts were broken when the doctor, who was monitoring Fang's heart and other doctor-like things, let out a sad sigh.
"It looks like he's slipping into a coma." He walked over to Iggy, and put his hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, young man, but I don't think he'll come out of it for at least another month. But," as the doctor changed his tone, "it was good that you found him when you did. If you had waited any longer, he would be dead right now. I believe you saved this young man's life." Yeah, but I endangered it too, thought Iggy sadly.
Soon Iggy was left alone with Fang. Max, Nudge, Angel, and Gazzy had left for home, but Iggy had insisted that he stayed. At the moment he was watching Fang; taking in his every move, every muscle that jumped in his neck when he took in breath.
"Oh, Fang." Cried Iggy, "What have I done?" Iggy slipped his hand into Fang's, and this time he didn't pull it away.