The Disbanded: Divided We Stand-Chapter 9
By MyNameIsCAB
--Fang's POV--
We got caught in traffic and we weren't going to make it to the steakhouse before it closed. Ted spent a half hour apologizing, and truthfully, it didn't bother me because I figured we'd just go there some other day.
"We can go tomorrow or something," Ted promised.
"Don't worry about it," I insisted.
Ted continued to apologize, but I started not paying attention to them. I glanced over at Max. Her head rested on my shoulder now. I smiled at her, even though she was asleep.
We pulled into their headquarters around midnight.
"Max…Wake up," I whispered.
She stirred after a moment. "Here already?"
"Yup," I nodded.
She opened the back doors and unfolded my wheelchair for me. I got into it and she wheeled it to her car. All of a sudden, I wished I could drive.
"Goodnight Max….Fang," Ted waved at us.
"Goodnight," I said.
"Goodnight," Max repeated as Ted got into his car.
Max drove through the drive thru at McDonald's and got us some food. Her apartment was only a few minutes away, so we saved the food until we got there.
"Umm…there's no elevator in my apartment. I live on the top floor. There are only three levels," she told me.
I sighed, leaning my head against the cold glass of the car window. "We'll figure out a way."
And of course, we did. I had to use her for support, but we made it up three flights of stairs. Then she went back to get my wheelchair and the food. We sat at her small kitchen table now, eating fries and hamburgers.
"So your leg's all messed up," she said through a mouthful of fries. "But what about your lung?"
I touched the device on my wrist. I had forgotten about it. It never crossed my mind, but it monitored my heart rate. If my heart rate got too high, I could risk injuring my lung. It was set to beep at 170 beats per minute. 200 beats and there would probably kill me, but it's never gotten that high because I've always been stuck in my wheelchair.
"I have this heart rate monitor thing," I explained to Max, pointing to my wrist. "Having my heart rate up to a certain level works my lungs too much and I could risk damage if it goes any higher than 200 I'm a dead man. It beeps around 170."
A/N: Yea, I almost didn't put this thing in about Fang's heart rate, but I decided that this could play a big part in my fanfic for later in the story. So, for now, let's just say that since the flock is built for flying, like we're built for walking, that it doesn't affect his heart rate that much unless he is tired, sick, or hungry. We'll assume that his heart rate is also a little faster than a normal humans because birds have very fast heart rates. So please don't complain about this. Thanks.
"Has it ever…"
"No," I cut Max off. "I've only heard it beep during physical therapy. I'm lucky. People who get shot like that usually never get to do anything physical anymore. I was lucky that I was shot far enough so the bullet wouldn't ricochet around my chest. In fact, I'm lucky that I'm not totally human or I wouldn't have healed well enough to even push myself around."
She finished her fries. "Guess you haven't done anything with too much strain."
"No, not since we were fighting against those erasers. My chest hurts when I get all worked up," I went on, finishing my food.
Max offered to let me sleep on the bed with her, so now she lay next to me, just inches away. I didn't realize how much I had missed her until now.
--Max's POV--
I woke up, Fang snoring softly next to me. Looking at the clock, it was almost ten in the morning. Today was Sunday. It was everyone's day off unless we were in the middle of an assignment, which we weren't.
My cell phone began to ring and I picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hey, Max." It was Messina.
"Hey, Messina," I yawned.
"So I was wondering if you and Fang wanted to have dinner tonight at the steakhouse. I just phoned in a reservation for three," said Messina.
"Sure, Fang would like that a lot," I agreed. "What time is the reservation?"
"Five," he answered. "I'll see you two then."
"Okay, great," I nodded, even though he couldn't see me.
I lay back down and Fang was awake now.
"Don't you have work?" he asked.
"No, today's Sunday. Captain Ramirez is Catholic," I told him.
"Oh," he said. "Can you do me a favor?"
"Sure," I said. I almost said, anything for you.
"Get my meds out of my backpack," he said.
I got out of bed and found the two canisters in the front pocket. After grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen, I headed back to the bedroom. Fang was now sitting up and he took the meds and water from me with a smile. "Thanks," he said.
"No problem," I smiled back.
--Gazzy's POV--
I've been watching Itex. For two years. Angel and Nudge are still alive. But the time to go in and save them isn't now. That's what Angel told me. Itex isn't doing anything to them. In fact, Itex is obsessed with eraser development, so Angel and Nudge were safe for now. Breaking in would send Itex after us, after the rest of the flock, according to Angel. So right now, I was just monitoring them, outside of the facility, in the trees and under the radar.
I wondered what happened to Iggy, Fang, and Max. They were probably looking for me. Or maybe, they forgot about me and thought I was dead along with Angel and Nudge. But they're wrong. Very wrong. We're alive and well for now.
For now.
