Dr. Granner ran through, near pushing Angel to the ground.
Max had an expression on her face that looked like she was going to tear Dr. Granner apart for pushing Angel out of her seat to get through, "Who's she?" Max whispered.
"I'm Dr. Granner. I'm the one that's been taking care of you while you've been sleeping" Dr. Granner threw on her best smile.
"Nice. Can you say sorry to Angel? You nearly shoved her down." Max said, Taking sharp pasps at the end of every breath.
"It's okay, Max. I'm okay." Angel smiled.
"So, she just shoved you out of the way. I don't like people treating my baby like that." Max said. Her voice started raising, but Max seamed to have noticed it, and lowered it again.
"Max, It's fine." Angel said.
"If you say so." Max murmured, under her breath.
"Okay, Max... So that I know you're okay and I can leave, do you hurt anywhere that isn't your right wing, upper back, and torso?" she said, and annoyed look on her face.
"It hurts to breath. I think either my lung is damaged, or one of my air sacks has ruptured." Max said, being very specific.
"God, I hate these kids. I just wanna go home." Dr. Granner murmured, turning from Max.
"Dr. Granner, can we talk later? I wanna ask you something.... a-about being a doctor." Angel said, clearly making the last part up.
"Sure." she said, as she got something out of her bag and walking back over toy Max. "Take a deep breath." she said.
Max did as she said, and made a pained sound. "Ow..." She murmured.
"Okay, I think that it's your air sacks, because your lungs sound fine. This is where your mother comes in. I'll be right back to get her, then Angel and I can talk like she wants." Dr. Granner smiled, and left.
"You're not talking to her about becoming a doctor." Max asked, making it sound like a statement rather then a question.
"No way. I wanna grip to her about how she's treating us. I wanna make her feel guilty for tearing us this way." Angel smiled. "And maybe make her think she's going crazy... Just a little."
"Angel... That's going to far." Fang said, making Angel jump. She had forgotten Fang was around, because he had had a completely blank thought process.
"Fine. I'll just talk to her." Angel pouted, doing a slight puppy dog face.
"Not going to work." Max and Fang said.
"What did they do to you?" Angel pouted to Max.
"Locked me in a room for six months. I think I've toughened up." Max said, humphing at the end of her sentence.
"Are you okay?" Angel asked, softly, frowning a little, the pout completely gone off of her face.
"Yeah." Max said, taking a little breath and letting it out.
Fang looked at the door, just as Dr. Martinez walked in the room, followed by Dr. Granner.
"Okay, Max, so you think that one of your air sacks is ruptured?" Dr. Martinez asked.
"Pretty sure." Max said.
"Angel, let's go talk, down in your room." Dr. Granner said.
"Okay." Angel did her tricky smiled, and hopped off of her seat, guiding Dr. Granner to her room.
