Chapter 4

Fang POV

"There!" bellowed The Gassman. He was pointing straight below them to a small hospital on the edge of a small city.

"Everyone dive!" screamed Fang over the wind. The had crossed a vast amount of land trying to find a hospital. The small towns that they passed had either a clinic or a pharmacy but no hospital that would be able to help Max in her condition.

Fang had carried Max the whole way and was just about wiped out. Fang looked at Max. The whole time she had stirred once and had spoken just four words.

"Fang. . . keep. .flock. .safe," she had taken a huge breath between every word. Then she passed out again right after Fang had replied "I will, Max." He had then leaned in and kissed her very lightly on the lips, luckily the kids hadn't seen her wake and were still heading toward the hospital.

The whole flock was now zipping toward the barren land below them. With a good 100 ft. to spare, Fang braked and slowly drifted to the pavement.

When his feet hit the ground he collapsed from the exhaustion of flying so long with such a heavy load. Max flopped on top of him. Making a slight ooff sound as she laid on top of him.

Iggy heard him fall and nimbly scooped Max into his arms. Iggy smiled faintly and started walking.

Without question they walked in and strode straight toward the front desk. Once the secretary got an eyefull of this girl's position. She immediately buzzed for the emergency room. Doctors and nurses rushed through the door and took Max from Iggy's arms and placed her on a hospital bed and wheeled her away.

Dr. Greylon POV

"This poor girl" he thought to himself. Looks like she got into a big fight. From what he could tell, maybe a couple of broken ribs, a broken leg, and possible internal bleeding.

Iggy POV

Dr. Greylon continued running his diagnostics as the flock waited outside.

Iggy felt as though he couldn't sit still and paced around the room. Regardless of the fact that he was unfamiliar with the terrain, he barely felt the furniture as he bumped into them.

He heard footsteps coming down the hall. When the door squeaked open he felt a presence in front of him and a timid but authoritative voice speak.

Dr. Greylon POV

He wasn't sure who to address. He introduced himself as Dr. Greylon to the nearest young man who then seemed to turn slightly pink.

"Thanks but you should talk to him,"

The tall blonde boy ran his hand through his hair and stepped back where another young man took his place in front.

"Sir," Dr. Greylon started. "I have seen many things while working in this hospital, and because of the hour I cannot tell if what I see is true or not. Does that girl have wings? Are you aware of that girls special needs?"

The dark young man nodded.

Dr. Greylon shook his head. "Her pulse is quicker than humanly possible and she is very light. I don't know how much we can do for her or your kind"

The dark young man replied cautiously, "We were built to fly, and we need your help." Dr. Greylons tired eyes sagged at the comment. "Would you step into my office for a moment." The young man quickly agreed by nodding and started following behind.

Iggy POV

After what seemed like an eternity, Fang reemerged with Dr. Greylon. It seemed like they had come to an agreement.

Fittingly, Fang said nothing to us. I imagine that Dr. Greylon was looking at the homely group with new eyes. He said to us, "Her blood type is different. Do you think you may be able to donate some?"

Angel POV

For two hours the flock waited for new. Iggy, and Nudge had both donated 1 pint of blood, Fang donated 2, and Gazzy and I donated one half pint of blood. That was all they could afford to save Max. Hopefully it would be enough.

Fang paced the room anxiously. I heard him think, What if she doesn't make it? He quickened his pace.

Max POV

I heard deep breaths fill the air as someone inhaled, and exhaled. I lifted my heavy eyelashes and focused on the cherry print wall paper. Looking around I saw a dark figure leaning on my . . . hospital bed?

Panic filled my heart. Frantically I tried to lift my body to escape. Instant pain stabbed me back down onto the bed and I was helpless. All I could do was look at the ceiling and focus on not moving again.

Feeling me move, the dark figure shot up and looked disoriented until he noticed what had disturbed him. He looked down with deep brown eyes and reached over across the tan blanket and pushed a small blue button. Just then I felt a small twinge in my arm and everything started to blur.

Just before my eyes fluttered shut, I saw a small blonde haired girl sweep into the room gracefully. The young man reached out and put his arm around her, pulling her gently toward him. She looked at him trustfully, with big and innocent blue eyes.

All of this I saw before the drug silently weakened my body so I could do nothing but sleep.

I dreamt of my flock. Nothing was clear except where we were or what we were doing but I knew who was there.

Things began to clear and we were running around, playing if that's what you would prefer to call it.

Suddenly Angel fell with a hollow thump that echoed through my ears. Have you ever had that feeling in a dream that you can't move? Or scream? Or talk? Well that is what was going on right now. Me and my psychopath brain of mine.

I watched helplessly as Nudge went down, Iggy, Gazzy, then Fang.

A gun had fired and silence echoed in the air. Everyone fell hopelessly silent. Only then was I able to move. Racing toward the nearest flock member, I collapsed next to him in total fright. Fang. I carefully placed my hand over his cheek and felt him wince slightly.

His hand found his way to mine and he pulled it down to his face. His hand fell with my hand still clutched tightly in his.

I sobbed hopelessly with the big splats of rainfall. I didn't know who shot or why they were attacking us. All I could think about was Fang, Iggy, Nudge, and Angel lying there with no life. No Life.

I felt a tremble course through my body and my dream blackened out.