All afternoon I thought it was Friday. I dont' know why. It's kind of irritating, though.

Oh well. There's life kicking me in the butt again. haha

So I learned that you can only have 15 chapters in the Document Manager thingy. Well, at least that's what it told me when I tried uploading this chapter. But yea, now I have to delete the old files so I can add new ones. This site is kind of confusing...

Alright. I guess it's time for the story!

Enjoy!

=D

CHAPTER 16

Max POV

The flight back to the bridge was short but painful. The scratch on my back was right between my wings. With each stroke, it felt as though the cut was catching on fire. My head felt light, like it was spinning.

"Max, you okay?" Fang asked from below.

"Yea," I winced.

I know he knew I was lying. With or without his ability, he could see right through me when I lied.

"Max!" Angel and Nudge screamed in unison.

"Guys!" Gazzy yelled at the same time.

I smiled seeing that the kids were dancing around with joy.

"Are you all okay?" I asked as we landed, just to be sure.

My landing was really sloppy and unbalanced. Once my head slowed down from its spinning, Angel darted toward me and hugged me tightly. Instantly, my head became light again and my vision fuzzy. Just as I went to hug her back, she pulled away quickly, fear painted on her face.

She stared at her hands, and I started to ask, "Angel, what's wrong…"

I glanced down to her hands as well, holding my head to stop it from spinning. Then, I noticed Angel's hands were soaked. They were red.

"What happened?" I tried asking through clenched teeth. "Where are you bleeding?"

Angel's eyes were filled with tears, which my mind was barely registering.

"I'm not," she replied quietly. "I-I think…"

Then, my mind blanked out as everything around me faded to black.

Fang POV

During our flight back to the bridge, I glanced up at Max. She was clearly in pain. I felt some of the pain, but I felt more fear than anything else from her.

"Max, you okay?" I asked.

"Yea." That reply was all I needed to know that she was in more pain than I thought.

When the kids came into view, Nudge and Angel screamed, "Max!"

"Guys!" the Gasman yelled.

"Are you all okay?" Max asked.

Her words were strained, and her landing was horrible.

Angel ran to Max while Nudge and Gasman crashed into me and Iggy.

"Angel, what's wrong?" Max asked Angel.

She was sounding worse. We all turned to Max and Angel to see what the problem was. Angel was staring at her hands in fear. That's when I noticed it. Angel's hands were dripping with blood.

"What happened? Where are you bleeding?" Max managed to ask, clenching her teeth in an attempt to hide her pain.

The tears fell from Angel's eyes quickly as she said, "I'm not. I-I think…"

Before she could finish, Max passed out. Her eyes fluttered for a moment until they finally closed. She began falling backward, but I caught her before she fell from the bridge.

"Max!" I shouted.

"What's going on?" Iggy asked worried.

Nudge whispered through tears, informing Iggy of the situation. Angel kneeled down next to Max, still crying. I tried giving her a comforting smile, but I don't think it worked.

"Max, come on!" I breathed, brushing away the hair from her face.

I realized, then, that the arm I had under her was cold and wet. She'd torn the cut on her back open.

"Iggy!" I yelled. "Can you do anything to help?"

Iggy dropped down beside me as I carefully flipped Max on her side.

Stay with me, Max! Come on!

Very gently, Iggy's hands glided across her injury, his face horrified.

"We'll need to do something to stop the bleeding and fast!" he stated.

"How do we do that?" I asked frantically.

"Oh!" Nudge declaimed. "We need strips of cloth. Then, we have to use them to apply pressure to the wound!"

I stared at her for a moment, trying to figure out where she got this information.

"Right!" Iggy agreed. "I need to hold her feet up while you all do that!"

"Fang, give us your pocket knife!" Gazzy demanded.

I tossed it to him and asked, "How do you guys know all of this?"

Angel giggled quietly and said, "We did this for you."

I gave her a puzzled look, but soon remembered when I practically bled to death on a beach. I shuddered at the thought of having to take Max to a hospital.

"Fang…" Max groaned.

"Max!" I whispered back with some relief.

"I'm sorry," she said, gasping for her breath.

"Shhh! Don't!" I said and pressed my lips to her forehead. "Just stay with me."

Nudge and Gasman hurried over with the cloth, which was one my t-shirts cut into strips, and proceeded to press them to Max's back. Max grimaced, squeezing her eyes shut tightly and clenching her fists until they were white.

"Please be okay, Max," Angel cried.

Max passed out again, but the bleeding was finally starting to cease.

"Guys, we need to get Max back to Dr. Martinez," I exclaimed, taking charge.

"How are we gonna do that? Gasman asked.

"Ig, can you get her bandaged up?" I asked Iggy as calmly as possible.

"Yea! But there's no telling how much it will do right now," he answered.

I nodded, "Ok. That's all we have right now. Then, we'll take her to her mom."

Ok. I know that was a lot like the situation with Fang in the second book. But, as I [think I] mentioned, this was my first MR story.

Anyway, there's a bit of a twist in the next(?) chapter. I'm tyring to remember. The point is that there's a little twist in it.