Today I decided to only go to my last hour class which was Spanish. Mr. Schue would kick my ass if I was even late to his class. So I sat and sat and sat thinking about all the things I could be doing. First thought was flying till I remembered I can't even do that now, but then I remembered the feeling of running. Oh the thrill of running and sometimes terror. Most of the time we were running from death so some memories aren't so great.

Finally the bell rang and I headed to my locker. My brain was cluttered with thoughts of joining the track or cross country team or maybe soccer. Soccer would be fun. Then I heard a slam.

I turned to the noise and saw Max dropping all of her things and run. This was not good. Without hesitation I follow but was stopped by a note that gently floated to the ground. I picked it up. It was a letter from Iggy. Tears welled up in my eyes and began to fall like armies marching into battle.

Adrenaline took over. Everything passed by in a blur. Once outside, I saw Iggy's body falling closer and closer to the ground. Quickly I slid like a baseball player would into home plate as I felt the crunch of bones and skin hitting concrete. After that I blacked out but came to what seemed seconds later as Max screamed in my face and soft sirens could be heard in the distance.

"Fang! Fang!" She yelled shaking me.

"Miss please let go of him." A man dressed in white tried to pull her away. Slowly I turned my head and saw Iggy on a gurney being lifted into an ambulance as Nudge and Gazzy tried to pull it away from the first responders. Policemen were holding another guy back. I think his name was Karofsky. I wonder what- "Sir what's your name?"

"Fang." I respond with a hoarse sounding voice. It was foreign to my ears, and I felt like retracting a little.

"No. Sir your name."

Then I remembered. "Nick."

"Good where do you live Nick?"

"Who wants to know?" I gave him a half smile as the first responders pull me onto a gurney.

"Nick please be serious. This is very important."

I sighed which made my head hurt. "Lima, Ohio."

Then the Q and A session continued until I was knocked out once more by some gas. The next thing I know I wake up to Nudge pushing herself into my face. Her smile grew wide and she began to yell.

"HE'S AWAKE! MAX, GAZZY, ANGEL!" The two blonds came rushing in and soon after came Max. Then they began to talk all at once.

I cut them off. "Guys guys calm down. Please be quieter I have a huge headache."

That's when Max smiled. "You should have a huge headache." I cocked an eyebrow at her. "When Iggy landed on you, your head slammed into a rock-"

"Leaving this giant whole and they had to give you a new brain!" Gazzy cut her off excitedly.

Angel gave him a stern look. "That did not happen Gazzy! You can't give someone a new brain." This conversation went on longer than it should have until a familiar face entered the room.

"Blaine?"

"Fang!" The brown haired hazel eyed Blaine rushed to my side and clasped my hand. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm more concerned about Iggy though." It was true. I could care less about my health if there is a chance one of the flock is worse. Then I noticed that everyones face fell.

Angel broke the silence. "He's still in surgery. We thought he would be better off than you but turns out he had major blood loss because of reopened "wounds" they called it."

This confused me. What kind of wounds would he have received? Was he being bullied? Was someone beating him? "What do you mean? Iggy wasn't in an abusive relationship. Was he?" If he was I will find the motherfucker and beat his or her ass. I don't care if its a girl or boy.

They all slightly shook their heads. Max the crouched beside my hospital bed. "Iggy has been..." She paused as a few tears streamed down her face. Max didn't have to say anymore.

"No... no. He wouldn't do that." The thought of Iggy hurting himself made me angry. I wasn't angry with him though. I was angry with myself and the people that drove him to it. Why didn't I notice? He was the only person that would go in a five foot radius of me for the whole week even after our fight. He was hurting and I was so selfish. "I need to see him. Now." I began to rise out of my bed, but Nudge placed a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"We don't know if he is out of surgery or not, and even if he is Iggy couldn't handle visitors in his state." I could almost see the held back sobs in the black girls voice.

Blaine then said, "Don't worry. You will be able to see him soon. I'm sure of it."

"And what if we're not?" Gazzy spoke out as his voice cracked. "What if... what if he doesn't make it?" His voice grew soft to the point where it was just a soft whisper by the end of the sentence.

"Gazzy don't think like that-" Max stood up and went toward him.

"No!" The blond outburst with tears streaming down his cheeks. "No... He was our friend, our brother! And we couldn't even help him with this one thing. We didn't even notice he was hurting. Iggy is blind and he notices more things than all of us combined. Angel didn't even know, and she can read minds!" The room went silent.

Angel choked out a sob as she backed up to the wall and slid down. "I'm sorry." She whispered as she hid her face behind her arms and knees.

"It wasn't your fault Angel." Max kneeled beside the upset young teen giving Gazzy a slight glare.

What happened to us? We used to be so close and tight knit. Now, we are at each others throats. Maybe we have been near each other for too long. But we can't split up now. Nit when we are in the most need of family.

There was a knock on the door and a doctor entered. "Hello. Which one of you is Max?"

Max stood dyeing the doctor suspiciously. "Thats me."

"Can I speak with you outside?" The doctor wore blue scrubs and a white lab coat. She had blond hair pulled back into a tight ponytail and crystal blue eyes. Her body and facial structure was perfect. Too perfect. I felt the uneasiness in the room. The whole flock was on edge, and even Blaine felt the disturbance in the atmosphere.

"Whatever you have to say to me, you can say in front of my family." That's the Max we all know and tolerate.

The doctor smirked. "Well. I am sorry to say, your 'brother', Iggy, didn't make it." That's not true. Why was she smiling. A mix of feeling swept through me. First I was shocked, then upset, and finally confused.

Max stood on her toes ready to fight or even run and the rest of us followed suit. "My brother's name is Jeff." She stated with confidence sticking with the lie far too much.

"I guess you caught me." The 'doctor' then locked the door and began to Morph.

"Eraser!" The others yelled in unison. Quickly I rank out the chords that hooked me up to the machines and took a fighting stance. Then I had a thought. I should probably put some pants on.