[Summary] Ever since Max saved Angel from a hit-and-run accident, she's been in a coma. There was only one witness; Nick 'Fang' Walker. Now, mute, temporarily paralyzed, and unconscious, Max can't break out of her coma. She can only listen to everything around her. And when Fang decides to make it his job to talk to her everyday, will they fall in love? A love that will revive Max? FAX.
[Author's Notes]
KIND OF FAX! YAY!
SHH THEY HAVEN'T READ YET!
Ohh...oops. :D
Forget I said that...
*ERASING MEMORIES*
*Gigchuck* WE DON'T OWN MR. BUT I OWN...UHHHH...FIREBORN! Hehe.
AND SHE OWNS THE PLOT!
I DO I DO I DO! I own Fade!
*Grins.* WELL, READ, PEOPLE!
Hehe. DIA PUTS A RANDOM DUDE IN A WHEELBARROW 'CUZ HE PASSED OUT. IS THAT AWESOME OR WHAT? READ!
~: Medicinal Love :~
Chapter Three:Lovesick? I think not
~: MPOV :~
I have decided that being in a coma sucks.
For one, they feed you liquid through a tube. There is no good liquefied food. Like, burgers, for example! Have you ever eaten a liquid burger?
No? My point is made!
Oh, how I want a hamburger. A nice, solid hamburger.
Another thing that sucks about a coma is that you can't talk. I mean, nobody is able to hear my voice, and I can't tell them that I'm okay. My brilliantly sarcastic retorts are stuck in my head. That's just terrible!
And lastly, you don't get to see the people that come and talk to you.
And, no, that last one had nothing to do with Fang.
…Okay, it so did.
But he doesn't know that. Because I can't talk! Not like I'd tell him, anyways. I mean, it's different with people I've seen before. I can picture their faces. But with Fang…it's his voice. His wonderful, deep, annoyingly sexy voice.
Uhm…forget I thought that.
That's a pro to being in a coma. You can't accidentally say anything out loud that wasn't meant to be said.
I can't help but wonder what he looked like. I imagine, because of his dark, husky, se – voice, that he has deep, mysterious eyes and dark hair. And a six pack. Oh, yes, there's no doubt the guy connected to that voice didn't have a sick pack. There's no way.
Then, I heard the door open, and my heart stopped. Fang? Is it you? Please be you, please be you, I really want to hear you talk again. Please? I thought, but then the familiar chipper clack of heels sounded, and I mentally sighed. "Hey, Max," Dr. Dwyer greeted. "How are you today? Can you move anything? Open your eyes? Oh, you look a little healthier. That's great."
Oh, good morning, Dr. Dwyer! I'm fine, just in a coma, unable to speak and paralyzed! But other than that, I'm perfectly fine, and I want to thank you for bothering to stop by and remind me of this fact!
"Well, you have a visitor in the hall," she laughed. "Two, actually. The little girl who's life you saved and her older brother." Suddenly, my mood soared. The heels clacked and the door opened. Her older brother?
That's Fang! Fang, Fang, Fang, Fang, Fang, Fang, Fang! Yay! He's back! Back, back, back!
…Wow. My excitement is mildly depressing. I blame it on the medication and liquid food.
"Now, Angel, be sure not to move that arm too much, okay?" Dr. Dwyer asked, and I guess Angel nodded because then the door closed and Dr. Dwyer's heels clacked down the hallway.
I heard Fang's soft footsteps approach the side of the bed. "Angel, this is the woman who saved your life. Max," he introduced softly, his tone caring. "She's sleeping, so don't jostle her around, okay?"
"Okay, Fangy," a little girl's voice whispered, and I heard him set her down on the ground. Her footsteps came closer, and then I knew she was right by my face. "She's really pretty." Cue a mental aw!
Fang chuckled, walking closer, as well. I mentally smiled. "Yeah, she is," he agreed quietly, and I somehow felt his eyes on me, even in my stupid comatose state. They burned into me, and I mentally blushed.
I suppose that's an upside to a coma, too. You can't blush! Not that I ever blushed much, anyway…Until I met, erm, heard Fang…Excuse my retarded mind. It doesn't seem to be working at this moment. Again, I blame the liquid food.
"Fangy," Angel whispered. "When she wakes up, I wanna hug her. She's nice and she saved me." Fang chuckled again, and I heard him lift her off the ground. "You hug her, too. She's pretty."
Fang laughed, and I heard him kiss her forehead. "Will do, Ange," he replied.
When's he gonna hug me? WHAT? WHEN DID I AGREE TO THIS?
Then my subconscious decided to step up and add their two cents to the situation. Are you seriously complaining about Fang hugging you?
Fang…hugging me…Hmmm…Okay! For Angel. Not because I want to feel his warm, toned arms around me…Ahem. Definitely not. Who am I kidding? I don't even know this guy, why would I want him to hug me?
Because he's sweet and nice and obviously really, really hot.
I don't know if he's hot or not!
C'mon, Max. He's definitely hot.
SHUT UP!
"Fangy," Angel yawned. "Can you tell me right when Max wakes up? So we can hug her?" There was a pause where Fang must've nodded, and then the sound of him kissing her forehead again. "I love you, Fangy."
Ohmygod. I can only imagine how cute she must be.
"I love you, too, Ange," he whispered back, and then his footsteps went farther away, and the sound of the door opening and closing pounded through my head.
No!
No, Fang, come back!
I can hear you!
Please hug me!
…Forget I thought that.
Sigh.
I'm so depressing.
~: Fang POV :~
I looked through the window at Max's comatose body, a sleeping Angel's head on my shoulder. She looked so beautiful, so peaceful, lying there with her beautiful brown-blonde hair splayed out on the pillow beneath her head. I sighed softly, wishing that she would wake up so that Angel would get to thank her.
So that I would get to thank her.
Angel shifted in my arms, and I glanced down at her as she sucked on the thumb of her free hand. My eyes wandered to her cast and narrowed. Who would try to run over a little girl? What kind of sick person would do that? Especially to Angel.
"You know, she can hear you," Dr. Dwyer said, appearing next to me. I mentally jumped, but on the outside I just glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. She gestured to Max. "Just because she's paralyzed, doesn't mean her ears don't work. She can hear you when you talk around her."
The doctor flashed me a smile, looking down at Angel and stroking her golden hair. "Take good care of your little sister, okay?" I nodded, and she smiled, glancing at Max again. "You're both so lucky that Max was there when she was."
Then, her pager beeped and she smiled at me apologetically. "Sorry, I have to get this. Goodbye for now, and remember, in a month Angel has to come back in to see that her arm has healed correctly!"
I nodded again, and watched as she left, before my eyes drifted over to Max again. I wondered what she was thinking about, and whether or not she could really hear others around her.
If she could, or if she couldn't, I was going to talk to her every day anyways, just so that, if she could hear me, she would know that she's not alone.
Turning around, I walked out the doors, glancing back at Max one last time.
~: Max POV :~
Ugh! THIS IS SO BORING!
Nobody had come to visit me since Fang left, with the exception of silent-working nurses that annoyed the life out of me. Couldn't they at least say something while they worked? Even peppy Dr. Dwyer is better than the silence!
Sighsighsigh.
Just when I thought I was about to die of pure and utter boredom, the door opened, and familiar soft footsteps entered. My heart sped up – at least, I think it did. Can your heart speed up in a coma, really? – as I realized who my visitor was.
Fang!
"Hey, Max," he greeted quietly, and I wished I could see him, smile at him. "You look a little better. Dr. Dwyer told me that you might be able to hear me. I wish I could know if you did or not. If you can, well, thank you, again, for saving Angel. If not…you really are beautiful."
Enter mental blush HERE.
He sighed slightly, and I heard him run a hand through his hair. What color is your hair? Your eyes? Are you as attractive as your voice? Do you really want me to wake up that badly? ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO HUG ME?
"Max, I wish I could thank you in a better way," he sighed, and I wanted to scream that he was thanking me greatly and it was no problem and I'm glad Angel's okay. "I mean, you saved Angel's life. How can I really thank you for such a huge thing?"
Talk to me!
Hug me!
Kiss me!
…Forget I thought that! Actually, forget I thought a lot of things.
"Angel wanted me to come back and tell you good night, because she says the nurses don't really do that kind of thing and so she really wanted me to. Because she believes every person in the entire world has to be tucked in," he chuckled, and I mentally smiled. Angel sounded adorable.
Then, I heard him lean forward and heard the sound of his lips touching something in a soft kiss. "Good night, Max. Wake up soon," he whispered softly, and then I heard him stand and walk out.
After a long time, I realized what he had kissed.
My forehead.
Oh.
My.
God.
[End Author's Notes]
Lalala...XAVIER IS HOT!
Oh...this is the A/N. Heh.
*Coughs* WILL IS HOT, TOO
TRUE!
SO... Now, how'd you like the little Fax?
Hehe. Angel was sooo just an excuse to see her... :D
I know! PS if you're confused why this was first POV, you're not the only one. It's her fault!
BUT I MADE UP FOR IT WITH THE FAX,RIGHT?
I HAD TO FIND SOME NEW FANCY WAY TO WRITE THE POV IT'S IN :O
Whatanever.
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*Shrugs* I like making things pre-tay :D If you haven't noticed… BUT REVIEW!
~Anna
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