In and Out of Love-Chapter 6

ByMyNameIsCAL

The TV was on. George was doing an interview with one of the big shot news channels that were looking to acquire him. This was his big chance. He was a "hero" now. Max sat next to the bed, staring up at the TV. They show footage of the car crash and George pulling Max and Iggy out. The paramedics come shortly after that.

"You had been drenched in blood," Max said quietly. "They all thought you were gonna die."

She didn't wait for a response because I can't talk.

"But you know Max, don't you, George?" the report questioned. "Can you tell me your relationship with her?"

George hesitated. "It's complicated. We've been fighting, but we were supposed to get married."

Max closed her eyes, her hands balling up into fists. Not only had George made himself a hero by hurting us, but now he was lying. This was going to get scandalous very fast. Max swore that George had set the whole thing up. I wouldn't be surprised.

"Married?" the new reporter was shocked. "I see. Can you tell us more about her?"

Max scowled. "I'm calling Carter."

Carter was Max's ex-boyfriend. He was a lawyer. A good lawyer too. In fact, he had helped with bringing Itex down. That's how we met him. Carter was a good guy. Max and him just didn't agree on anything with his long hours of working. They were still friends. Hell, I still called up him up to go get a drink on those Friday nights when Max wasn't around.

Max disappeared outside. She was serious about calling Carter. I didn't blame her. I'd probably call him too.

There was a knock on the door and the doctor came in.

"George is here to see you both," the doctor announced.

Max frowned. "Tell him to go away."

The doctor gave us a questioning look.

"Tell him to go away. Tell him we know what he's up to," Max repeated.

The doctor left, closing the door with a thud. Then there was shouting.

"MAX!" It was George.

The door flew open and the doctor stood behind George, helpless now. I tried to sit up, but pain shot threw my body and I was forced back. Max stood.

"Get out of here," Max growled. "We know what you did now get out of here before I decide to beat you to a pulp."

George took a step forward. This couldn't be good. I pulled the oxygen mask off. The regular air stung a little and I coughed.

"George get out of here," I said, hoarsely.

"You're choosing him over me, after all we've been through?" George pretended to look hurt. He was such a liar. I had spent my life since cages around Max. He didn't get that though. George never understood why Max was so nice to me. He never understood where we came from and what we had been through.

I pulled the oxygen mask back on, wondering else was wrong with me that Max had neglected to tell.

"I've known Fang my entire life. You go and hurt someone I care a lot about, I'm gonna choose their side," Max told George. "Now get out. I'm being nice."

Hospital security was out the door now. George backed out and the grabbed him by the arm and pulled him down the hall. Max sat back down and leaned against the bed. The doctor closed the door and rushed after the security.

"I just want him to go away and forget about him. I want to run off somewhere. Get away from everything for a while," Max sighed. Then she looked at me and added. "Maybe you need to get away too. We should go somewhere when you get better. Somewhere with a beach."

I nodded in agreement. Anywhere Max was sounded great to me.

George getting dragged out of the hospital had made the local news. By midnight it was nationwide. I couldn't sleep. The doctor was weaning me off the morphine and the pain hit hard. Max would often fall asleep leaning on the bed. She said she would wait until I fell asleep, but I barely did, so she'd end up sleeping there like that. In a way, I knew she didn't want to go home. Iggy was still here at the hospital being monitored for head injuries. We both knew he'd be ok.

Ella came the next morning. Max went with her to see Iggy so I was alone in the room when Mom came in. I took off the oxygen mask. I'd be ok without it for a few minutes.

"Oh, Fang how are you?" Mom said, brushing the hair out of my face.

"Tired," I muttered, the words barely coming out. I sucked in a deep breath and my chest responded with pain.

"I saw what happened on the news before I heard you were ok," she told me. "I thought you had died, seeing all that blood."

I half smiled. "I was lucky."

"Is there anything I can get you?" she asked.

I thought for a moment. "No, not really. I just wanna get out of here, but I don't think that's happening for a while. This isn't something I can shake off."

She shook her head. "No it was a lot of damage."

If only I had broke my arm or something, I'd get out of here a lot faster. But of course the car slammed right into me. I guess I should be grateful I was still alive.