Chapter 8

I am soo sorry for not updating recently. I've had homework, knitting, and my drama club is doing Macbeth, and I've got tons of lines to memorise! Why? I landed the lucky role of Macbeth.

Disclaimer: Am I a guy? Am I old? Am I on here instead of writing a new maximum ride book?

Fang P.O.V.

I woke up, and blinked at the bright light. As my surroundings adjusted I saw that I was in a hospital bed. Lissa was next to me.

"Fangy! I was sooo worried!"

What? I thought that she was with Sam.

"I am like soo sorry! He just, you know..."

"Lissa?"

"What?"

"Get outta here."

"What?!"

"Get out or else"

"But Fangy"

"Out. Now."

Lissa squeaked, and I threw my wedding ring at her. Then she left.

Then the flock came in.

"Hello...?" Max said.

"We just saw Lissa leave. What was that?" Ella said.

"We...um...she..."

"ZOMG! You two broke up? This is amazing! Now she can go back to Sam, and then we can kick them both to the curb as a package deal, and-" iggy swiftly covered her hand. Max nodded in thanks to him, her beautiful golden locks swinging. Wait what? The flock looked at me.

"What's wrong Nick?" asked the Gasman.

"Nothing."

"You said something about beautiful golden locks swinging." Said Iggy. The flock laughed. Angel raised an eyebrow. When did she learn to do that?
"How long was I out?"

"You were in a coma for a week." Said Ella coldly lowering her glasses, and looking over the top of them. Then she glared at me with Max's level 3 death glare. Max winked at her.

"I know that you were talking about my sister."

Then my heart monitor beeped, and flatlined.