Max's POV

The doctor came out with a sad heir about him. He looked down at his shoes, at the TV and at the check in desk, everywhere but our faces.

"Tell us!" I commanded.

"Your friend Nick lost a lot of blood. I'd say about a quart. We did all we could, but he was unresponsive to the first blood transfusion. He flat lined for a moment, but we brought him back with a heart jolting shock. His pulse after that was very faint. In the middle of another blood transfusion, we lost him. We tried another heart jolt. It didn't work. I'm sorry to say that Nick didn't make it."

Nick didn't make it. Fang didn't make it. Those words rang in my ears. Iggy was falling apart. His eyes spilled over with tears of grieving. Fang was truly gone. We'd never see him again.

"If you'd like, you can go in to see the body. Because we know the cause of death we don't need to do an autopsy."

Fang's POV

This is what I wanted. In the end, I truly wanted to die. Iggy will be in pieces for a while, but soon he'll join me in this wonderful place. I'll be able to hold him again, feel his delicate fingers trace my facial features, it will be wonderful. But until that day when he joins me wherever I am, I'll be with him, watching over him.

When he first gets here with me, he probably wouldn't wanna talk, or maybe he would. When Iggy gets here he'll be able to see me. When I got here all my scars were healed and I felt no more emotional anguish. Its never too hot or cold, and its always day. I'm never tired or hungry, and things just seem to take care of themselves…

Iggy's POV

Gone.

Fang, the love of my life, was gone. I missed him already. I really hoped that deep down this was just a sick joke, that the doctor was kidding around and in a minute he'd start laughing and tell us that Fang was perfectly fine. Then Fang would walk back out here and kiss me and we'd tell each other how much we loved each other and he'd promise me and the whole flock that he'd never try to commit suicide again.

That didn't happen.

Instead I felt the arms of the flock embracing me as I fell apart at the seams. I just wanted to see Fang again, tell him how much I love him, maybe that would've made a difference in his fate. But now I'll never know.

We flew home in silence as Max and I carried the body bag Fang was contained in. We'd have a burial service for him. The hospital had done the honors of embalming him for us. I sat in silence as Max dug a hole that would be Fang's permanent resting spot.

"Iggy, we all love you. Fang wasn't the only one who loved you. Everything'll be ok. And I'm sorry I was such a jerk when Fang was…here. I was…jealous I guess. He was lucky to have a boyfriend like you," said Nudge.

She hadn't spoken to me in seven months. Nudge didn't say any more though. She just sat next to me and put her arm around my shoulder.

"Thanks."

What else could I've said?

"I'm done," said Max in an exhausted voice.

I got up and silently lowered his body into the makeshift grave. That was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life.