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Max's POV.

Ugggghhhhhhh. I slowly and sluggishly came back to consciousness. My shoulder and my foot felt AWFUL. I had a headache and I just generally felt bad.

And to top it off I had slept on my back, which was now just all pain.

I heard a horrible low moan, and then realised that it was me.

Oops.

"Max?"

I opened one eye, to see a distressed Fang sitting next to my bed on a chair.

"Wha..How…" I didn't know where to start, I had so many questions.

He leaned closer to me. "You've been out for four days."

"Four Days?"

He nodded.

I put my hands over my face and rubbed my eyes.

"Has anything happened?" I asked warily.

He shook his head. "Nothing, thank god. Gazzy and Jason are great friends, though."

I closed my eyes, mentally groaning. By now Jason can probably make a bomb.

I didn't exactly need another pyro.

"How are you feeling?" Fang asked softly.

I opened my eyes and tried to fake a smile. "Fine."

He shook his head.

"Max, sometimes you can be the crappiest actor. I've known you my whole life Max. I can tell you're not fine. Tell me what's wrong."

Damn!

I quickly dropped the act.

"Shoulder. Foot. Pain. I've got a headache too. And I fell asleep on my back."

He winced at the last part, understanding the undiluted pain that I was in.

I tried to sit up, and found it really really hard to move my right arm.

Fang moved to help me, and gently pulled me into a sitting position.

I tried to lift my right arm, and stopped after like two seconds because it was too painful.

"Don't move it!" Fang said quickly.

"Oops." I smiled.

There was something missing though. Something I had misplaced.

"My ipod!" I suddenly exclaimed. I'd left it on the tree!

Dr Martinez came in.

"Max! you're awake! How are you feeling?" She asked.

"A hell of a lot better than I was." Was all I said.

She nodded. "I might need to give you some more painkillers, but not as strong."

I nodded and she went out.

Fang looked back at me.

"I've been worried sick about you Max."

I looked down sheepishly.

"No Max, look at me."

I looked back up at him.

"Don't do anything like that again. Swear you won't."

I can't swear to that.

"I can't swear to that." I repeated out loud.

"Max. Just don't, ok. I had a bloody heart attack. I don't think you realise how worried we all were. Angel and Gazzy were crying and Nudge barely spoke."

I looked away from his gaze.

"Sorry." I said apologetically. I hadn't meant to cause all this stress.

I pulled the covers off of me with my good arm and roughly swung my legs over the edge of the bed.

"Max." Fang said sharply, making me look at him.

"Dr Martinez said you shouldn't walk for about 2 weeks."

"So…. 5 days then."

He shook his head. "No Max, 2 weeks with our healing speed."

I stared at him in disbelief. Two whole weeks?

"Screw that." I said. Now way.

"No Max, if you walk you'll screw up your foot. Just… please don't make me worry."

"Can I at least have crutches or something?" I said.

He shrugged. "I don't know if your shoulder will be able to bear the weight."

I groaned out loud, putting my head in my hands. No way did I have to spend two weeks in a wheelchair or in bed.

Dr Martinez came in with an armful of stuff which she put on the bed.

"I need to change your bandages." She said.

I shrugged, or I at least tried to. One shoulder moved, and the wounded one lifted literally an inch, which sent agony all down it, making me gasp.

Note to self: Don't shrug.

She pulled down my sleeve and tugged off my bandages, revealing a horrible mess.

I am going to have a really bad scar.

I mentally shrugged. In my mind, scars were a sign of survival. They showed that you beat whatever you fought. They were trophies, signs that you survived a great injury.

I gasped in pain as she tied the final knot, and then bit my lip.

The same thing happened with my foot.

"Fang told me I can't walk, but can I have crutches or something?" I asked desperately.

She shook her head. "There is no way that your shoulder will hold up." I groaned and leaned back.

"Max, you can't even lift your arm." Fang said from beside me.

"Oh yeah, and Max, you're going to need to wear a sling." I sighed as I took the sling off her and slipped in over my head, resting my arm into it.

"I'm sorry Max. You can have a wheelchair though."

I shook my head. Loads of shaking heads lol. "Don't worry, it's not you fault. Thank you so much for what you did. I would have died if it wasn't for you." I said gratefully.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Fang visibly flinch when I spoke about my death.

Dr Martinez went out and Fang came and sat next to me on the bed.

After a few minutes of silence, I groaned.

"I can't believe it. Two weeks!" I said.

Fang looked over at me. "You do realise that you brought this upon yourself, don't you." He said.

I nodded grudgingly. "That makes it worse."

I sighed, looking over at Fang.

"Thanks for getting me."

He looked into my eyes.

"Did you seriously think that I wouldn't get you? I can't live without you, Max. You're everything to me."

I blushed and looked away.

"Thanks for staying with me. I would have lost it completely if you hadn't been there." I said.

"I couldn't leave your side. I was worried sick Max. I thought-" His voice choked up.

"At one point, I thought I was going to lose you. You wouldn't believe how scared I was."

"I'm sorry Fang. I'm sorry I did this to you." I smirked. "At least we got away from Anne."

He didn't smile, just looked back at me. I couldn't help noticing the wonderful little things about him. The way he flipped his hair out of his face. His smirk, his- What are you doing Max! Get a hold of yourself.

I shook the thoughts from my mind, but they kept coming back.

I had to admit it. Fang was extremely attractive.

I flicked my head when a strand of my fringe fell in my face. Yes. In my mind Max had a fringe. Or she does in this story at least. (In my mind her fringe is the same as mine. Explanations later.

Fang leaned closer and picked up a strand of my hair.

"Your hair is darker." He stated.

"Really?" I said, mentally cheering.

When I was little I'd had really light brown hair, with sun streaks. My hair had gotten darker as I'd gotten older, and at the age of 12 I started wanting black hair.

It stopped getting darker at about 13, and the sun streaks were faint. It was a deep brown colour.

I picked up a strand of it.

Oh yeah. I was almost black now. I frowned. Like two days ago my hair was a normal brown.

Hair doesn't change this quickly.

I mentally shrugged.

My fringe really needed cutting anyway. It was down past my chin now. I had a side swept fringe (swept to the right.) which covered part of my eye. I was at risk of it growing out if I didn't cut it soon. I'd had this fringe since I was about 11, and I still loved it. This is the story of my hair by the way. It was really light, and now it's almost black.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a little black shape dart in the door and leap onto me.

"Max!" Total cried, licking my face madly.

I winced.

Yes, in my mind Total was always there. I just didn't mention him though.

Jason's POV.

The flock had gone into Max's room now, and he could hear them through the wall.

The girl was in the corner.

He gulped and asked the question that Iggy had told him to.

"What's your name?"

The girl smiled. "Tell them my name is Emily. They've met me before, when I was alive."

"Where did you meet?"

"We met just after Max killed Ari. Outside the school in New York. Fang tried to make me stick with them, but I didn't. I wish I had. I was captured a few months after, and I died on that table in the school that you were touching."

Dun dun dunddundudundundudnudnud. I would carry it on here, but I have to stop. (huge sorry).

Fly on – Raven.