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Disclaimer: Jen ne propres pas le Maximum Ride. Ha. Did it in French. German next hmm?

FPOV

I woke up at about 12am. It was a Saturday today, so no school thank god. That doesn't mean I didn't have any homework however. I had to catch up, all I'd been doing was hanging out with Max. I wondered where she'd run off to. I hope she came back soon.

I got my homework out, and started working on some math problems. About 10 minutes in, I heard a loud tapping on… the outside window? What?

I turned and saw Max flapping and looking… terrible. There was blood on her shirt. A lot of it. My heart jumped into my throat as I yanked the window open and dragged her inside. She collapsed onto her stomach, wings outstretched and didn't move. HOLY GOD, there was a KNIFE in her back! Shit! I hadn't noticed before, because her wings hid it slightly. I hoped that the knife wasn't that big.

Thank god I knew basic first aid. I knew that I had to put pressure on the wound, to stop the bleeding. My vision blurred, and I realised I was crying. I was so worried about Max. I got one of my shirts out and ripped it, so I could make bandages. I ran down to the bathroom and grabbed some Tylenol. That would make sure the wound didn't get infected. I reached the room and yanked the door open. No-one had seen me, so I was safe. I don't know about Max though. She had been flying in broad daylight. If someone saw her, she was in deep shit.

I knelt down at her, and she was pale and still out cold. I needed to act quickly before she lost too much blood. Something told me that Max didn't visit hospitals much, so I didn't call for an ambulance, even though I wanted too. So badly.

I ripped the shirt away from her (if she woke up, she was going to KILL me for that), and tried not to focus on how beautiful she was and what colour bra she had. I looked to the knife, I don't think it had hit any internal organs. Her ribs had caught the worst of it, and one of them could possibly be broken. I gently pulled the knife out, and gagged at the squelching sound it made. I chucked it away from me and it slid under her bed.

The wound was bleeding openly, but it wasn't too big. It was deep though. At least one inch had gone through before her ribs had stopped it. Good thing too, otherwise it may have punctured her lung. I shuddered as I applied the Tylenol. I then got the bandage and put that over the wound. I got some tape, and stuck it on.

I then picked her up, gently, and put her on the bed. Now I had to clean up the mess.

I looked at my hands. They were stained with her blood, as was the rest of my shirt. Thank god it was black.

**1 hour later**

I had just gotten changed. I threw my other clothes into the washing machine, and I found an old rug to put under all the blood. Max was sleeping still, and she looked better. She had a bruise on her left cheek, a nasty wound, and a broken rib. The rest, I still wasn't sure. She wasn't bleeding anywhere else, so now I just had to wait.

I went to get some food, because knowing Max she would be hungry when she woke up. I got two sandwiches, full up with everything they had from the shop, and some water. I was walking back to her dorm, quickly, because I didn't want her to wake up to find out no-one was there. I went past the local newsagents, and I nearly fainted at what I saw.

Front page news. A blurry photo of a very discernable flying girl: Max. Oh. Shit.

The blood drained out of my face. The headlines screamed; 'Flying girl spotted at park this morning.'

I went into the shop and bought a copy. The guy who was selling it exclaimed, "What do you think kid? The couple swear they saw a flying girl! Says she was injured though. Amazing! Never thought that would happen here. Hope they find her soon, huh?"

I just nodded and left, with a stony exterior. Inside I was terrified for what would happen to Max.

I walked quickly back to the dorm, half running. She needed to see this. She would know what to do.

I arrived back at the dorm, and she was awake. She just lay on the bed breathing deeply. I closed the door quietly, and knelt down beside her. She should see the article before she ate the food. She might throw up or something.

"Fang? I smell food. Is it for me?" she whispered. I could tell she was in pain. She didn't seem to phased by it though. I guess she got hurt a lot, with those erasers after her.

"There is something I need to show you first, okay?" I said back, anguished. I didn't want to put her through this, but there was nothing I could do.

She instantly seemed more alert. She looked me straight in the eye and asked firmly, "What Fang? What?" I just gave her the newspaper. She looked at it. I chewed my lip nervously as I assessed her reaction.

Her eyes widened in surprise. Then the blood drained form her face. Her mouth opened slightly in a look of horror as she realised how exposed she was now. What was she going to do?

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