~~Chapter 4: oly-hay it-shay!~~

(Quick A/N: WARNING: FANG IS VERY OOC FOR THIS CHAPTER... SORRY!!! So I got major writer's... head(?), and wrote like 5 chapters in 6 hours. I'm still sick, and still having headaches, but I'm not so sleepy, so I can actually write. I got so many ideas in so little time b/c of a coke high. I would just randomly go, "hmmm..." and my friend Abbi would just give me weird looks. And I even got a new idea for a fan fic, but it will probably never see the light of fanfic day, b/c it's just for fun for me and Abbi. ON WITH THE STORY!!!)

still Jeb POV

"Here!" I yelled, and ran through the door. My eyes flew around the room. Where would they put here? The most obvious spot.

"MAX!" Fang screamed. I ran to here. She was breathing heavily... The effects of the 'fluid'. Max was definatly unconcious. She looked like that girl-thing from I Am Legend.

Fang held her hand, crying into it, whispering things like, 'I love you' and 'I'm so sorry'. But he didn't see what I saw. Maybe he did. He hadn't passed out. Yet. The buldge in her stomach.

switching to Fang POV

"Max... Max.... Oh god Max...." I murmered into her hand. I kissed it and felt tears fall into it. Mr. Macho man crying? Yes, I cried when I saw my girlfriend for the first time in months, and she just so happened to be in horrible condition on a FREAKING HOSPITAL TABLE!

I looked up at Jeb. He wore a pained face, staring at her chart. He muttered something and shook his head. He noticed me, and cleared his throat.

"Well, her stats are good, other than her speeding heart... Um, she looks okay... execpt..." He pushed the chart towards me and looked up at the lights. I looked down at it. And my breath stopped for more than a minute. WARNING. Be careful with subject. Currently pregnant with subject 36911(aka Fang, Nick...) May turn... something like Max turning lethal... I didn't continue reading. All I could focus on were Max's hand and.. the small bump coming from her shirt. NO. THIS COULDN'T HAPPEN. WE WERE SAFE. WE'RE ONLY 15!!!

And now we're Max POV

The second I came out of my 'coma', they injected that crap into me. And I instantly went back into one. Bastards. I counted the minutes by the clock that was not to far away from me apparently. My heart beats were way to fast. I could hear a whitecoat complaining about how this might hurt the baby. The Director instantly went into a worried trance. Then some bitchy woman sighed.

"C'mon!" she said. "The baby'll be fine! Seriously! Is that all you care about? Subject 36902 cannot live without 36901. Worry about her sometime!" And she actually got promoted. Bitch.

648 minutes later, and yes, I counted that long (think your life is boring? Try this sometime. Get back to me on that.), people started panicing. Something about someone coming for someone???

52 minutes after that, the Director ran out. She said she wouldn't panic. Guess what? Ms. Paranoid did. Must be important... Don't get your hopes up.

15 minutes after THAT, someone was definately running down the halls. I -mentally, I guess- sighed. Still having high hopes, are we now? Chances it's Fang and some part of the flock= lets see... that plus that... and then we have to figure in that... oooo, minus that.... and multiply that times... what?...... and that comes out to = about 40%. With my luck? 10%. So, yeah....

"Here!" someone... oly-ha it-shay.... Jeb(???) shouted. The door flung open. My breathing caught heavier than normal was in the past.... about 730 minutes?? It was still close to 'normal'.

"MAX!" OMFG. FANG. Okay, so, I don't think so good about my luck. It sounded like he leaped over two or three tables to get to me. He kissed me and grabbed my hand. And he actually cried into it. "I'm so sorry I couldn't help you. I love you so much. Oh God Max, I'm so sorry. Why did this have to happen? Oh God Max.... I love you.... Why....Max.... Max.... Oh god Max......"

"Holy fuck." Jeb muttered. That's more like it. He cleared his throat. "Well, her stats are good, other than her speeding heart... Um, she looks okay... execpt..." I felt something pushed between my hand and Fang's. About... 10 seconds later, I heard a clattering on the floor, and that distance between my hand and his still there, except whatever was making it was no longer there. Umm... Can anyone say, HOLY MOTHER F-ING SHIZ-NIT ON A STICK WITH A SIDE OF SHI-BALLS!!!