"Umm…. Hello guys my name is Anne. Max told you about our agreement, I presume?" The blonde lady cut in.

Oh yeah. I forgot to say that, Max did mention that before.

"Yeah, we're going to stay at your house for a little bit," nodded Angel.

Anne smiled. "Yes."

But Angel wasn't finished. "Us, and Total."

Anne looked confused. "Who's Total?"

I pointed at the scotty dog sleeping under a chair.

"My dog," explained Angel.

"How did you get a dog in here?" Asked Anne, baffled.

Max quickly moved on. "Yeah so anyway as soon as FNick is well, we're going to stay with Anne for a bit. That's cool, right?"

Everyone nodded. Then I heard Iggy question "FNick?" in Max's ear.

"Actually, Nick won't be mobile for at least a week. So you'll come with me today, and Nick will come when he's ready," Anne said.

Max looked at her in disbelief. "No, that was not part of the deal."

Anne looked flustered. "Well, he can't be moved. Were you just thinking of hanging out in his room?"

…..

"The girls can have the bed," Gazzy declared. "Iggy and I will sleep on the floor."

Max rolled her eyes. "How about the two smallest people sleep in the bed because they'd actually fit? That would be you and Angel."

Nudge glared at him. "What, I'm too much of a creampuff to sleep on the floor?"

Max cut in. "Oh course, the prince gets a bed all to himself." Referring to Fang.

Fang smiled weakly. "Well the prince has a gaping side wound."

We were in Fang's room. It had two medical beds, but one was unoccupied so Gazzy and Angel could sleep in it. For the rest of us, we got yoga mats from the FBI people and they were actually decently comfortable.

"Hey FNick, mind if I change the channel?" Asked Iggy.
Fang rolled his eyes. "Make yourself at home, Figgy."

"So the doctor says you can move out of here in about a week," Max says casually to Fang.

"So you're thinking by tomorrow?" Questions Fang.

Max nods. "That sounds about right."

And Iggy started watching football, and for a few hours we just talked until we wanted to go to sleep.

Max stacked her fist on top of Fang. Everybody followed, placing their fists on top of hers.

"Good night everybody."

"Good night!"

The next day, Fang was unsurprisingly ready to move. The nurse came in to change his bandages, only to find small scars. The flock couldn't heal as fast as me, but could still heal faster than normal humans.

"But-how?" stammered the nurse checking his bandages as Anne came in to check on us.

"Where can I get some food around here?" asked Fang.

"Here." Gazzy handed him a tray. It had an assortment of food on it that we had saved from our breakfast that the FBI gave us earlier that morning.

"You're not supposed to eat solid…. Food," mumbled the nurse under Fang's glare. He ignored her.

"I've got to get out of here. The hospital smell alone is making me crawl the walls," muttered Fang in between bites.

The nurse still looked amazed that he was fine, though.

"Max, can we leave?" I ask.

Max smirked. "Well, FNick is fine, so let's just go."

Fang started to sit up but Anne stopped him.

"Please Nick, you're still hurt. You need to stay for the rest of this week. At least another day," Anne protested.

He regarded her calmly. "No, we need to go."

Anne started to argue but just stopped. "Fine," she sighed. "I will never win this argument."

So she left to sign the papers to release Fang from the hospital.