Max and I exchanged a look. As much as she hated to admit it, we needed professional help or Fang would die.

"Okay I'll go with Fang, you guys stay here I'll be back as soon-" Max started.

"No way," I replied, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

Gazzy nodded. "Fang is part of our flock, we all care about him and we're coming with you!

Everyone nodded in agreement, and Max started to argue, but the paramedics were already here and putting Fang on a board thing.

"What happened to him?" asked a paramedic in shock of the sight of Fang.

Max pursed her lips. "Just an accident."

He shone a light into Fang eyes, who had already drifted unconscious. "With what, a rabid bear?"

Max sighed under her breath. "Something like that," she muttered.

Then they were taking Fang into an ambulance and Max was with him and we tried to go after, but another paramedic gave the five of us a look.

"You can't go in there, no more room. Come into here," he gestured to another ambulance.

I was unsure, but I needed to get to Fang and Max so after a moment's hesitation, I ran to the car and jumped into the back, with Iggy right behind me.

The siren blared as we rushed after Fang's ambulance to go to the hospital.

…..TIME PASS..

We rushed into the emergency room.

"There!" pointed Iggy. Down the hall ahead of us was Max, talking with a nurse. We rushed to her-Wait, how did Iggy know where she was? Anyway, we rushed over as them nurse smiled gently at Max.

"Okay sweetie, can you give me some information? That guy, is he your boyfriend? What's his name?" The nurse asked Max.

"His name is Nick Ride, umm… he's my brother," Max quickly lied.

"He's all of our brothers'," added Nudge.

The nurse looked us over. Max's brown hair with blonde streaks, Nudge's….chocolateness, Iggy's blondeness, my chocolate colored hair and white/tannish skin, Fang had olive colored skin and dark eyes. None of us looked even remotely alike except Angel and Gazzy, and they actually were related.

"We were…adopted, our parents are….missionaries. They're on a short mission right now, so…I'm in charge," Max quickly lied again. Good one, Max.

The lady nodded." Okay, can you come with me for a minute, umm…"

"Max," Max nodded.

She nodded again. "All right Max, come with me."

Max went with the lady, mouthing "Please just wait in the room" to us.

Oh god….. oh god oh god oh god.

If he dies, it's my fault, I could have helped him with my power, I could have-

"Snow, please don't beat yourself up about this. I know you're blaming yourself but the only person to blame are the Erasers, and Ari." Iggy. I hate how he could read my mind, even though he doesn't have mind reading powers. And I do. How does that work?!

"It's just….I could have helped him, you know that!" I say.

Nudge, Angel, and Gazzy look at me in surprise. "How would you help him?" Asked Angel.

Oh. I forgot to tell them about my healing powers.

"Okay, so you guys know how I can self-heal?" They all nodded.

"Well apparently I can also heal others. Like…." Group heal." But it tires me out a lot….I just found out before Fang fell, and that's because I accidentally used it on Iggy to fix his broken nose."

Nudge looked at Iggy. "Oh my god, Ig! I didn't even notice-we've been so obsessed with Fang!"

Angel looked at me in wonder and held out her arm. On it was a six inch long gash. It had stopped bleeding but it still looked painful.

"Can you….fix it?" She asked, actually sounding a little timid.

"I'll try," I replied, my voice a little worried. I didn't know if I was strong enough to do it right now but I would try anyway.

Nudge, Iggy, Gazzy, and Angel watched in wonder(well Iggy listened) as I gently laid two fingers on Angel's wound and concentrated. After a few seconds, my fingers sparkle like before, and the power seems to literally go into her wound.

The gash starts shrinking and shrinking until it became a barely visible white line, and then Angel gasped, startling me.

The light disappeared, but the deed was done. Angel's wound was gone, and I was even more exhausted. I turned and saw that there were a bunch of people in suits.

Bad sign number one.

"Excuse me, would you come with us please?" Asked one of them, pointing down the hall.

Bad sign number two.

I, along with the rest of the flock, stood and reluctantly followed them into a room.

There were eight chairs in the room that were empty. Each of us sat down one, as some other agent people gave us each tray of food.

"Eat up," one of them smiled nicely.

Bad sign number fucking three.

I glared at them, leaving the tray of food in my lap. The rest of the flock followed suit, even Total.

They looked at us in shock as we just sat there, glaring daggers at them.

….LIKE TWENTY MINUTES PASS..

It was kind of getting awkward now, trying to glare for that long. We still hadn't touched our food. If my life in a dog crate had taught me anything, it was:

People are dicks.

Yep, that's it.

Finally, finally, Max came, and she looked like she was trying hard not to throw up. I quickly noticed the bandage on her arm, she must have given blood to help Fang.

She looked at us, took in everything. Then one agent guy said "You must be Max."

The look on her face said 'No shit, Sherlock," but she merely nodded and sat down.

"Who are you?" She asked, sounding calm.

"We're the FBI," said one of them, handing Max his card. "We just became aware that you were having some trouble here, and we came to see if we could help."

"How nice of you," Max smirked. "But aren't most people in a hospital, uh, having some trouble? I doubt the FBI comes calling on them. So what do you want with us?"

I can't stifle my laugh, and neither can Iggy, but nobody hears us over the sounds of the other agents trying really hard not to laugh.

The first guy tries to collect himself. "We know you've been through a lot Max, and we're sorry that… Nick got hurt. But you're in a bad spot here, and we're just trying to help."

Oh give me a break. Max looked annoyed, and turned to us.

"Angel, give some of your food to Total. If he keels over, don't eat it," Max suggests.

Angel looks reluctant, even though Total has put his front paws on Angel's knees.

One of the female agents rolls her eyes. "Oh fine! Here!" and she takes a bite of Angel's scrambled eggs herself.

We all look with interest to see if she dies. She does not.

"All right guys… dig in I guess…" Max nodded approval but we had already started.

Gazzy finished first. "Can I have two more trays?" He asked, breathless. Startled, they got him two more trays.

Then I finished, about two seconds after. "Umm….I'm going to need maybe five more," I estimated quickly. Their eyes seemed to bulge out of their heads but they brought me five more trays anyway. I had just used my new power twice! Takes a lot of calories out of you.

When we were all done eating, about two minutes later, Max looked at them expectantly. "So what do you want?" She asked.

One of them smiled. "We just want to ask you a few questions. We'll go one-on-one to make things easier." And he opened the door to a bigger room.

Max glared at him. "You're not separating us."

"Not separate rooms, just separate tables," the man pointed out.

Sighing, Max pushed away her fourth empty tray. Let the questioning begin.