The flock managed to get out of the School safely with Max, but lacking Nudge. Once Max is conscious though, they'll get Nudge.

"Fang, is Max okay?" Angel said, looking at Max, who was bruised and bloody. In the sunlight, Angel could see how the nightgown she was wearing clang to her chest, and it showed a very unhealthy shape, showing her ribs and a starved torso.

"She will be, Angel. She will be." Fang said, as he flew. Every so often, he would glance down at Max, as if checking to see if she was breathing.

They flew in total silence most of the flight, only talking to see how Max was doing.

When that got back to their home, they were grateful. They immediately put Max in her room, in bed. Iggy called Dr. Martinez. They needed her to see what to do to help Max.

After a 2 minute conversation with Dr. Martinez, Iggy went and started making a total buffet for Max, knowing that she was starving. She looked so unhealthy, like she hadn't been fed the whole 6 months being at Itex.

"Iggy, make some chicken. Max loves chicken." Angel said, helping out, by plating and bowling all of the foods, as Iggy finished making them. They had about ten plates of food, and about 4 bowls of other stuff. They were going to let Max eat her heart out if she wanted to.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Meanwhile, at Itex *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

They put a shot into Nudge's arm, to make her fall unconscious. "Why are we doing this again?" one of the younger whitecoats asked.

"Because she has to have wings. We can't do half of the tests with her wings gone. We have to put them back, Henderson." The older whitecoat said.

"Okay, Fowlder." Henderson said, as he strapped Nudge's lifeless limbs onto the medal table.

"Don't forget to strap her waist and neck. We don't want her struggling, if she wakes." Fowlder said, watching as Henderson strapped Nudge down, for her 'surgery'

"What color wings are we going to graph on her?" Henderson asked, as he latched the strap around her neck, so it would choke her if she tried to sit up.

"Brown. She wouldn't look good with any other color, and this is one of our most cherished experiments. We wouldn't want her to look bad when we show her to the Head Board." Fowlder said, undoing the tie for the hospital gown she was wearing, to expose her scarred back.

"I think she will look better then with her original wings." Henderson said.

"Yes, but she will look like her wings were graphed and we will have to show them that she had wings before this surgery." Fowlder said, frowning.

"Shall we start, before the laughing gas and sleep meds wear off?" Henderson suggested.

"Yes. We should. Do you have the scalpel?" Fowlder asked.

"Yep, right here." he lifted the sharpened stainless steel blade.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Can't write the rest without my story getting deleted... Lots of blood, and eventually screaming. If you really want that, then message me, and I'll write it for you.*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*