I'm actually updating when I said I would (ish), that's new. I hope you all had an amazing Halloween! It poured all day where I love and then it snowed (gotta love Canada) anyways, hope you guys enjoy! :)

Also, am I supposed to do a disclaimer? Apparently I'm supposed to do one or I'll be arrested or something so...

DISCLAIMER: I don't any Maximum Ride characters in this chapter, any of my previous chapters or any of my future chapters etc.

Fang's POV

My ears were ringing.

This isn't happening, this is all a bad dream. I'm not at the hospital right now, watching various nurses and doctors rush Max down the corridor into emergency surgery.

But it was happening... it is happening and I can't believe how lifeless Max looks, her face pale with a large gash on her left cheek, blood smeared on her face.

She looks horrible, she looks dead. But Max can't be dead, she can't die, I won't let her die because if Max dies so do I.

I was pushed away from the doors leading to where they were taking Max by a doctor "Sir you can't go in there" he says as I stand there, my eyes wide open refusing to believe what's going on.

"But I-I, I can't leave her! I won't..." my voice quieting to a whisper, "I promise you were going to do everything we can to save your girlfriend but she's going to be in surgery for hours, I'm sorry but the only thing you can do right now is sit and wait. We'll let you know her condition as soon as we do" the doctor looked at me solemnly and walked through the double doors away from me.

I was left standing there, staring down the hallway where Max was no less than a minute ago.

I feel a hand on my shoulder "Fang, there's nothing you can do right now bud, come sit down", I hear Iggy's soft voice behind me, I turn around and look at him, trying to find the words I want to say but my tongue can't seem to form them, I feel like my vocal chords have been ripped out.

Iggy leans and and hugs me "It'll be okay, come on", he says as he guides me towards the waiting room where the rest of Max's family and friends sit.

Iggy's trying to hold it together, whether it's for me or for Ella, who's sitting with her mother crying in the back or the room I can't tell, but I'm grateful.

Max's mom is trying to comfort Ella but I can see the tears slipping out of her eyes as well, Nudge sits next to Ella sniffling and trying to keep herself busy wit her phone. Iggy and I sit down with them and none of us say anything.

This is Dylan's fault, if he hadn't been hanging out with Max so much maybe she wouldn't have been drinking, maybe she'd still be at home right now safe and sound.

Speak of the devil, Dylan bursts into the waiting room right on cue but stops when he sees all of us sitting here.

He doesn't say anything, I don't even know what he's doing here.

"You son of a bitch" I whisper, loudly enough for him to hear me, "What?" he asks me, taking a step closer. Wrong move. "I said..." I trail off, standing up to walk over to him, "You son of a bitch!" I try to throw a punch but Iggy grabs me and holds me back.

"This isn't my fault!" Dylan yells back at me, I'm shaking with anger and fear that I might never get to hear Max's voice again. I'll never hear her laugh or see her smile, she'll never call me crying in the middle of the night, looking for comfort.

I'll never hug her again, never get to spend hours with her just sitting in silence listening to music. And Max, she'll never grow up, she'll never get married, go to college or have kids or fall in love or get married.

Max won't be able to travel the world or sing or dance or have fun. If Max doesn't survive she'll be six feet deep within a month. It's the thought that Max could die tonight and there's nothing I can do to help, nothing but yell at the person responsible.

"Of course it's your fault! She wouldn't have been so drunk if it weren't for you! You just couldn't stay away from her could you? And now she's dying and it's all your fault!" I scream at Dylan but not making another move towards him, punching him wouldn't fix anything.

Dylan just chuckled, "Don't you get it? You're the one to blame here Fang. Max had been drinking long before I even got over there." he spat at me.

"Max doesn't just get drunk for fun Dylan, and I know that because she's my best friend" I swear to god he'll pay, he's not going to pin the blame on someone else.

"Oh my god! Could you be any more oblivious?! She was drinking because she's in love with you! She was drinking because of you Fang! It's not my goddamn fault!" Dylan replied, out of breath, his chest heaving.

"Someone call me when there's news" Dylan said, walking our of the ER waiting room.

My mouth had dropped open slightly, I'd stop shaking but I couldn't move and my ears were ringing again. He's lying, he has to be lying. This can't be my fault, oh god this can't be my fault.

But then I thought back to our kiss earlier today... it is my fault, it's all my fault.

If Dylan was telling the truth then I'd royally screwed up, if I had just told Max how I felt this wouldn't be happening right now, but it is, it is happening.

I look over and see Lissa standing in the entrance of the waiting room, she'd seen everything that had just happened between Dylan and I.

"Go" Iggy said, nodding at Lissa, I just stared back at him blankly until he shoved me with his arm and I came back to my senses.

I walked over to Lissa and clenched my teeth, I'd screwed over Max and I'd screwed over Lissa. I couldn't do anything right, all I did was hurt people.

"Can we go somewhere and talk for a minute? I won't keep you long I just... I know you want to be here for Max" Lissa said. I just nodded my head and followed her outside, the cold November air not phasing me one bit.

"Oh god Fang I'm so sorry" Lissa said, her eyes filled with sadness as she wraps her arms around my neck, holding me in a tight embrace.

She pulled away and wrapped her jacket tightly around herself, I open my mouth but again, find myself at a loss for words.

"This might not be the best time to do this but, I'm breaking up with you Fang" Lissa says, suddenly finding a great interest in her shoes.

"Wh-" I start to say but Lissa cuts me off, "Fang, you heard Dylan in there. Max is in love with you and I know you love her back and she needs you right now. I've known you loved her for a while I just... I didn't want to admit it to myself and maybe you didn't either but it's clear now." Lissa said before I could interject.

When I stay silent Lissa let's out a long sigh, "Text me or something when there's any news on Max, I'm sorry", Lissa says. After kissing me on the cheek and laying a sympathetic hand on my shoulder she walks away, leaving me standing outside in the cold air, watching my breath come out in puffs.

I walk back inside the waiting room, numb, and explain everything that happened as best as I can to Max's family and to the police.

As far as they could tell Max turned the car around while still in one lane. Meaning there were cars driving behind her, she just turned around without even thinking about that fact that she had to pull over or switch lanes.

Max ran head on into a pickup truck, the driver wasn't seriously injured, they told us he has a few cuts and bruises as well as a broken arm and some minor flesh wounds but other than that he was fine.

But Max... Max was still in surgery.

She has multiple broken ribs, serious injuries to her right leg and arm and she'd hit her head hard on her dashboard. They didn't know the extent of her head injuries yet.

(A/N Guys keep in mind that I'm not a doctor so if any injuries or anything medically related I describe ends up being inaccurate or doesn't make any sense I'm sorry)

Max's mother let's out a gasp and pulls Ella into a tight hug. Iggy was trying to help calm Nudge down and I, as usual, was speechless.

None of us could do anything to help and I think that's why we were all so upset. Max has been through so much in her life, this isn't fair. This shouldn't have happened to her.

After several hours of sitting in the waiting room, not paitiently might I add, Max's surgeon walks through the doors. I immediatley bolt out of my seat, "What's going on?" I ask.

"I'm going to need Max's immediate family members to come with me, there are some things we need to discuss" the doctor says, as Ms. Martinez and Ella stand up and look at me, "It's okay, he can come" Ms. Martinez says.

I might as well be Max's immediate family, but I'm grateful that Ms. Martinez let's me come with them even though this is all my fault. I don't deserve her kindness.

We follow the doctor down a quiet corridor towards a small room that appears to be his office. Ella and Ms. Martinez sit down where I opt to stay standing, leaning against the wall.

Max's surgeon, doctor, whatever you wanna call him, sits down behind his desk and claps his hands together, he looks tired. It only makes sense, he just spent hours operating on Max.

"Max is out of surgery, and she's stable, for now" he says, I can hear it in his voice, the bad news is coming.

"What happened? I mean how is she? What's wrong? Can we see her?" Max's mom spits out four questions at once.

"One of her broken ribs punctured her lung, for now it's stable but Max needs assistance to breathe. She'll need multiple skin grafts on her left leg to repair the

damage. Several of the fingers on her right hand were crushed on impact but we won't know how functional they'll be until Max wakes up. We had to give her

multiple stitches on her left cheek and on her right arm. When the front windshield shattered it sent several shard of glass towards her, which is why she

required so many stitches. She lost a lot of blood and she's going to require a blood transfusion as quickly as possible. For now it's best you don't see her, there

are still some other minor issues that we need to address" the doctor manages to say without one of us interrupting.

"Oh my god" Ella whispers, putting her hand over her mouth, "I'm sorry I um, I need a minute" Ella says as she gets up and hurriedly walks out of the room.

"You said she needs a blood transfusion?" I ask the doctor, "Yes, are you her blood type?" the doctor asks, "Yes" I reply. I hate needles, but if this is all I can do to help then I'll do it. It might seem weird that I know I'm Max's blood type, but when we were younger our school had some huge blood drive thing that Max convinced me to participate in even though I hate needles, so does she, I guess that just makes her a better person.

Anyways, that's how we found out that were the same blood type.

"Now there's one more thing we need to discuss", the doctor says, great, more bad news.

"You might not want her boyfriend in here for this ma'm" the doctor says, "No, it's alright" Ms. Martinez says without hesitation, not even mentioning that I'm not Max's boyfriend.

"Alright... well. We need to look at all possible options here and we know Max had alcohol in her system at the time of the accident, which impaired her judgement. However, we need to make sure we've ruled out everything... is there any possibility that this was a suicide attempt? After taking a look at Max's medical records from a few years ago w-" I cut the doctor off.

"There's no way. Max wouldn't do something like that" I say, standing up straighter.

"I understand, but Max went through depression after her friends suicide and it's very likely that, that could have triggered an attempt on her own life" the doctor says, trying to calm me down.

"I know what she went through. And it's because of that, that Max would never do what he did to her. She would never purposely try and leave all her friends and family behind. There's no debating it, Max didn't do this on purpose, she was drunk. That's it" I say clenching my jaw.

My hands are bawled up into fists at my side a I storm out of the room, I can't be in there anymore, listening to him make false accusations as if he even knows what Max went through.

Max wouldn't do what Sam did, she was part of the aftermath of his suicide and she would never risk making anyone feel the same way that he made her feel when he left, she just wouldn't.

Once they took my blood, I'm required to stay seated for a while incase I faint. I already felt sick, my head started spinning the moment I found out Max had been in an accident.

Maybe if I'd showed up at Max's house earlier, or if I'd never kissed her in the first place, I could've prevented this. I could have done something to help, to stop what happened.

Max could be safe right now.

After they cleared me I was allowed to head back to the waiting room, I stopped in the cafeteria on my way there to get everyone coffee. It was now 3AM and we'd all been here for 8 hours.

Once I grabbed everyone a coffee I made my way back towards the waiting room, handing everyone their respective drinks.

"I'll be back in thirty minutes, I'm gonna drive Nudge home" Iggy says, standing up and looking over at Nudge. "No way, I'm not leaving" Nudge says, staying glued to her seat.

She looks and sounds exhausted, we all do.

"Nudge, your parents have called you at least 5 times within the past hour, you can't do anything by sitting here. Max would want you to go and get some rest, besides, the odds of them letting anyone but her family in to see her anytime soon are slim. I promise you'll be the first to hear if there's any news. Now come on" Iggy says crossing his arms.

Nudge sighs and reluctantly gets out of her chair, "Alright" as Nudge shrugs her coat on Ella yawns and gets up out of her seat.

"Mind if I come with you? Sitting around here is just making me anxious" Ella says, knowing Nudge and Iggy won't mind.

"Nudge? Do you think your parents would mind if Ella stayed with you? I don't want her home alone" Ms. Martinez says, trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes.

"Of course Ms. Martinez" Nudge says giving her a weak smile, "I'm guessing there's no way I can convince you to go home?" Ms. Martinez says, looking at me hopefully.

"Excuse my language but there's no way in hell I'm leaving" I say. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you", she smiles and takes a sip of her coffee.

"I'll be back after I drop them off", Iggy says, making his way out of the hospital with Ella and Nudge.

Soon after they leave the same doctor that spoke to us before tells us that we can see Max now, but only one at a time.

After Max's mom sees her she comes out and tells me I can go in.

I take a deep breath as I stand outside the doors leading into Max's private room. I'm afraid of what I'll see, I'm afraid I'll walk in and Max's heart monitor will go flat. I'm so afraid for her and the only person that can calm me down is Max herself. But she's the one that needs me right now, I can't be selfish.

I suck in one more breath before grabbing the door handle and walking in. I feel my eyes start to water the second I see Max. She's lying on her hospital bed, she looks so pale, so lifeless.

There's a tube stuck down her throat, helping her breathe and her left cheek in covered in stitches. Her leg and arm were both wrapped securely in large, thick, white bandages. She has a blanket tucked securely around her torso so I can't seethe damage there, and I was glad for that.

I slowly make my way towards Max's lifeless body and sit down next to her. I take her uninjured hand in mine and rest my head on it.

"God Max I'm so sorry, I'm so, so, sorry" I say even though I know she won't answer me.

"I know you can't hear me Max, or maybe you can I don't know but... I love you. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone in my entire life. You're strong, you're so goddamn strong and you can't let go. You've been through so much and made it so far, you can't give up now Max. You have so much left to do, so much left to see. I know you might want to give up and... and if you really can't hold on then that's okay. But I just... I love you. You need to know that, I love you and I think you love me too. So please, fight, fight to stay alive"

I feel a tear slip out of my eye, I close my eyes and lay my head back down on Max's hand.

After sitting for a while and talking to Max, even though she can't hear me, I kiss her hand and gently set it back down next to her.

"I'll be back soon Maxie" I smile and exit the room. I'm exhausted and I need some sleep, but there's no way I'm leaving, so the waiting room chair will have to make do for now.

I sit down and rest my hand on my head, I start to feel myself drift off. I don't care that I'm sitting in an incredibly uncomfortable chair in the hospital waiting room, I'm too tired to care.

Soon my eyes close and I'm too tired to pry them open again.

A/N I fel like that was a really short chapter I'm sorry :( But I'm honestly so tired and I have school tomorrow so I'm going to try and get some sleep. Thank you all for the great reviews so far, keep it up! I promise I'll try and update before this weekend!