The Disbanded: Divided We Stand-Chapter 30
By MyNameIsCAB
---Max's POV---
"No, he's not to be discharged until morning," the doctor insisted.
Ted frowned. "I don't think you understand. The FBI needs him to be at a certain place by tomorrow. You have to discharge him."
"All you did was stitch him up," I added. "You don't need to keep him over night."
The doctor looked skeptical. "Fine. But you must bring him back to have the stitches taken out."
"No, we'll have our own doctor do that," I said, knowing Mom could do that for us.
"His hospital bill needs to be paid," the doctor suddenly said.
"We'll cover that," Ted said. He pulled out a business card that had his cell phone number and email. "Contact me with the bill."
"Fine, I'll discharge him," the doctor frowned and pulled out some papers, signing them.
Messina read through all the papers to make sure everything made sense. "Okay, thank you doctor."
We returned to Fang's room and helped him out of bed and into his new wheelchair which the hospital had provided to us. Unfortunately, Fang's wheelchair hadn't been salvageable from the hit and run by the Itex car. Cal had managed to get the crutch before the authorities took it in for evidence.
"We were trying to come and see Fang, but they wouldn't let us," Ella said. "You only got in because of your FBI status."
"That's okay," Fang assured her. "We're going home now."
"Oh, I thought he would have to spend the night," Cal said.
"Well, we bent the rules using our FBI status as an excuse," Messina whispered.
Cal nodded and we headed towards the parking lot. This time, I was pushing Fang.
---Fang's POV---
I woke up in the worst pain I've felt in a long time. My leg really hurt. It was probably because it got hit by the car and I had to put pressure on it to take off from the ground. To tell you the truth, I think it was more of the car hitting me.
"Fang, are you awake?" I heard Max whisper.
"Yea," I answered.
"How's your leg doing?" she asked.
"It's okay. Hurts a lot," I replied, wincing as I moved it.
"You know, you were pretty amazing saving Messina's life, flying up in the air like that," she said, coming closer to me.
I smiled. "If you say so."
"I mean, sure you got hurt, but you freaking flew," Max grinned.
Honestly, it did feel good to be up in the air like that. "Yea, I did."
"Maybe getting you to fly isn't so hopeless anymore," Max continued.
"No, maybe it isn't." Then I leaned a little closer to Max and kissed her.
---Max's POV---
Whoa, Fang just kissed me. I think my heart just skipped a few beats. We broke apart and he had a smile across his face, except it was a real smile. A rare smile from Fang. I realized I was smiling back.
"Well…" Fang started, unsure of what to say.
We were still smiling at each other though. I think we might have stayed there like that forever if Iggy hadn't shouted that breakfast was ready.
---Iggy's POV---
The past few days have seemed sort of surreal. I couldn't believe Max and Fang had just showed up at Dr. Martinez's house. It felt nice to be around them again though. I was relieved to hear that they had only recently found each other too. This could be a good sign. Maybe we would even find Gazzy soon.
Ted and Cal seem like nice people. They remind me of Tom and Dr. Martinez and Ella. They're the kind of people who don't think we're total freaks. I guess the number of good humans in this world is going up again.
"BREAKFAST!" I shouted.
Ella came in first. She smiled at me as she sat down. I couldn't help but smile back.
Dr. Martinez came in next. She opened the front door and got the newspaper before sitting down at the table. Ted came into the kitchen with Cal. I had finally remembered their scents. Finally, Max came with Fang. The one thing I couldn't believe was that he was now stuck in a wheelchair. Part of me felt guilty that I had totally abandoned Max and him at the hospital.
"Hey, Fang. We got you another wheelchair," Cal said, trying to sound encouraging.
But I guess Max didn't really abandon Fang, he sort of just left. So maybe I didn't have to feel that guilty.
But today for breakfast was pancakes. We passed around the milk and Ella poured a glass for me. If it had been anyone else, I would have protested I could pour my own milk, but if she did it that was okay with me.
I don't know exactly how to explain what I feel for her. It's a complicated sort of emotion. But I think a lot of you know it as love.
And maybe I am in love.
