The Disbanded: Divided We Stand – Chapter 58
By MyNameIsCAL
-Angel's POV-
Nudge didn't need to know Iggy's in love with Ella. I'll let her have her peace for a while. Max didn't need to know that Gazzy just flat lined on the operating table. He wouldn't tell us for at least another hour though because he had to go help the doctor that was operating on Fang. Besides, she had just finished giving blood for Fang and frankly, she looked like she was going to collapse. No, none of them needed to know anything I knew, like Eli's future and how this would be one of the last times Mike would ever talk to him. The things I saw meant more trying times ahead of us, but I did envision good things. Those things, well, they needed to come in time without them knowing.
I saw a lot of things about everyone, except for Max and Fang. I even saw things about Cal and Ted, and I barely knew them. It wasn't Fang's future that seemed cloudy and it appeared whatever happened to him would probably affect Max. I tended to have flashes of things like this of the future. It would probably be a long time before I saw anything about the future again.
Although I knew that I would never really get to see Gazzy again. I accepted that a long time ago. In a way, I think he knew that too. The fact that I got to talk to him, even for a brief moment, I would be grateful for that much.
"Max, sit down," Ted frowned. "You're gonna pass out. You should be sitting."
She let out a sigh and took a seat between me and Iggy.
"They're gonna be fine," Iggy tried to assure Max. "Before you know it, we'll be out of here and everything will be over. Finally some peace."
If only they knew.
-Iggy's POV-
Two hours had gone by now since Fang and Gazzy had been taken away to surgery. Max has fallen asleep from exhaustion, slouched over, almost leaning against me now. Nudge was on my other side, already passed out.
"They must know something by now," Cal complained.
Ted spoke tiredly. "Go find Mike and ask him if he's heard anything."
I heard footsteps and the door open and close.
"How bad were their injuries?" Ted asked quietly.
Now that I thought about it, no body every told me.
"Both Fang and Gazzy got shot in the chest," Angel answered.
None of us can think of anything to say to that.
-Max's POV-
Iggy was shaking me awake. I had fallen sleep.
"Max, the doctor is in here," he whispered.
I sat up, holding my breath as the doctor began to speak.
"I'm Dr. King," he began. "I was an intern here when Nick first came here, so I know about his heart condition. We were able to pull his medical files from Massachusetts. He's doing fine, in the next room over, on a respirator. He's lucky the bullet went through, barely an inch away from his heart, a clean in and out shot. There was a lot of damage. If things heal well, he should be fine. You can see him whenever you'd like."
There was a moment of relief. And then another doctor walked in.
"Gazzy didn't make it," Angel blurted out.
We all stared at her.
The doctor that just walked in let out a deep breath. "I'm sorry. We did all we could. He was a fighter. There was just too much blood lost and too much damage all at once."
"Thank you doctor," Angel said quietly.
The doctors left. Iggy suddenly put his arm around me, awkwardly. I realized I was crying, almost shaking from shock.
"Max," he trembled. "Max, it'll be okay."
I sobbed against Iggy. "Fang's never going to live Gazzy's death down."
Iggy had tears rolling down his cheeks too. "I'm sorry, Max."
When I looked around the room, Angel was the only one not crying. I didn't understand.
-Fang's POV-
When I gained consciousness, Max was asleep, head rested on the bed, her hand loosely holding mine. There was something similar about this hospital. And then I remembered. This was Chicago.
I squeezed Max's hand. Her eyes fluttered open, gripping my hand.
"Fang," she gave me a small smile.
I can't speak because of the respirator, so Max does the talking.
"You're gonna be in a lot of pain," Max started to explain what happened to me. "The pain medication will only do so much for you. I mean, the bullet was inches from your heart. Let's hope that'll heal nicely. The doctor says take it easy. Dr. Scott sound familiar? Says he knows you can heal fully, but he also knows that the other wounds never really healed."
I closed my eyes. What were the chances this would heal nicely? I'd probably be doomed to a wheelchair for the rest of my life.
"I'm sorry, Fang," Max squeaked. "But you're gonna be fine, okay? The doctor is hopeful. You just gotta, be hopeful too."
I just stared at her.
"You and me, we have to walk down the aisle someday," she added, tears welling up.
We stayed like that for a while, our eyes staring sadly at each other as we cried silently.
Thanks for reading. More to come soon.
