23/08/2010 11:37:00

Max POV

Without thinking I had knocked both guards out. I skidded towards Fang and knocked the glove guy aside. I pulled Fang into my arms. He was limp. He left me. He gave up.

" Fang," I sobbed. " You have to get up. Come on Fang, get up."

" What is the meaning of this? This is a crime scene not a soap opera," a bearded man said stiffly. The rest of the flock made a circle around me, they were shaking.

" Get these children out of here at once," the man ordered. I just cried. Iggy knelt beside me and put his head on Fang's chest. He was concentrating on listening to any signs of heartbeat. I was staring at Fang's face. Suddenly his lips moved.

" Fang?" I whispered. With his eyes still closed Fang's lips moved again.

" Max," he murmured.

" Shh. Its okay Fang. I'm here, I've got ya," I whispered. I put my head on his shoulder and cried in relief.

" Max," Fang whispered. I pulled my head back and looked at him, his dark eyes looked back at me.

" Max. No. No. You have to get outta here. They wanted to know where you where, I didn't tell them. Max get out now, " he croaked sounding horrified. " It's over Fang. There gone," I whispered into his ear.

" It hurt so bad Max," Fang whimpered. I was going to kill whoever did this to him. Iggy was listening to Fang's heartbeat. He pressed his ear down harder and Fang yelped.

" What the," I pulled Fang's shirt off. His chest and stomach where covered in bruises and blood. A trailed my finger across them, Fang was so thin. I could feel every rib. Iggy gasped as his fingers found a knife wound in Fang's abdomen. My fingers trailed across his chest. It was heaving for air. I looked closely and stifled a scream. There was a bullet wound close to his heart. " Max," Fang rasped.

" Oh god. Somebody get a doctor," I screamed. Fang's eyes were fluttering closed; I could feel his heartbeat with my hand. It was way to slow.

" Don't you dare do this," I yelled shaking him. " Fang NO," Iggy said.

" Stay awake Fang. Stay awake for me," I ordered. His eyes were sliding close; his hand went limp in mine. " Fang," I said shell-shocked. He didn't answer.

" Don't do this to me. Don't leave me here alone," I screamed burying my face in his hair and crying, inhaling his smell. The doctors arrived; they lifted Fang on to a stretcher.

" There's still a pulse," one said. I watched them wheel him out. I once said that I could trust Fang because he will not break under torture; he will not sell me out. As I followed I realized that because Fang would not do that he could die. Because of me, he could die.

They loaded him into a helicopter, we followed. Angel was shaking and Iggy was holding Nudge. Gazzy walked stiffly his arm around Angel. Now Gazzy can snap a man in half and all but he is only nine years old. I watched him and the others sob and I realized that if Fang died we really wouldn't be The Flock anymore. Fang was my right- wingman, the second in command. We needed him.

Fang's heart stopped while we were on the helicopter. One second I was listening to the comforting beep; beep as his heart kept him alive. The next it was beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. The doctors got the paddles out and began to shock him. I curled up trying not to listen to the beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. For five minutes they tried to revive him, they were close to calling him dead when beep, beep, beep. I cried so hard again.

At the hospital it was chaos, the doctors performed immediate surgery. It lasted twelve hours and I was ready to fry someone's nerves. Finally the head doctor came out; his clothes where splattered with blood.

" He needs a blood transfusion. And a lot of it." I stood. " All of us can give blood," I said.

" Even the seven year old," he asked. " Yes." " Okay. Follow me," he turned. We followed and got blood drawn. Even though we were freaked out from all the antiseptic smell. We watched as they gave the blood to Fang. He had tubes everywhere on him. I was crying again. The EKG went flat twice that day.

Finally I was allowed to see him. I walked in and almost died. Fang was horrifyingly thin and he didn't seem to be responding to any medicine. Or food. The doctor told me that whoever did this wanted Fang to die slowly and painfully.

" The knife caused serious damage to his stomach. The bullet nicked his heart and collapsed one of his lungs. We did the best we could on the heart and built the lung up again. We have a machine breathing for him because of the lung and a standby heart machine just incase. We'll watch him closely but I doubt he will make it out of this." Even with your special healing. The doctor knew about us and what we were. We had to tell him so that he could use our body patterns to try and correct Fangs.

" Still I hope and pray for Nick to get better," the doctor concluded. We were using fake names again. " I'll give you a minute with him," the doctor left. I took Fang's hand and smoothed back his hair. " Hey," I whispered. " If you can hear me Fang then I want you to know that I love you and that I need you. Please wake up Fang. We won't be a Flock without you," I kissed his cheek and left.