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Max's Journal

September 26, 2010

I woke up in cold sweats. I was shivering, a sering pain in my side. My vision was blurred - I didn't know where I was.

Instead of getting better, my vision just got worse. My pulse quickened, as I thought back to my time at the School. Was I back. I carefully stretched out my hand. A rail of a bed. Beds at the School didn't have rails. They didn't care if you fell off and hit your head or not. I lowered my hand and felt buttons. I pressed one for a test. The bed slowly moved into a sitting position.

"Max! What are you doing?" a voice asked. Angel. "Don't mess with that if you can't see!"

She jerked my hand away. Not a minute later I heard her calling for a nurse. Nurse. Whitecoats.

I sat up straight, ignoring the fire in my side. "No, Angel!"

She put her hands on my shoulders and slowly lowered me back to my pillow. "You're not at the School, Max. It's a hospital. The nurse is helping you get well. I trust her." My muscles slowly loosened, and I laid my head on the pillow. "That guard just missed vital organs. He got Fang's leg."

Fang. He was safe. "What about Cindy?"

I heard Angel smirk. "I followed you. I knew you would need help. Lucky Iggy came with me, huh? We took the guns from the security guards and shot them and Cindy. She was pronounced dead at the scene. But we sure did earn a spot on Arizona News."

Finally. Fate worked on our side. For once. We've finally been cut a little slack.

"How long was I out?" I rubbed my head as if to prove my point.

Angel shrugged. "About a week. Or ten days."

"Ten days!" I bolted up, crying out from my side.

I heard the door open and a tray roll in. I tensed. Angel's hand on my shoulder calmed me. I slowly listened as Angel explained my sudden 'blind' state to the nurse. I felt a needle be poked in my arm, and Angel held me down from punching the nurse.

Second after it came out, my vision slowly cleared. I saw the nurse roll back out of the room. "Where's Fang?" I asked.

Angel pulled back a green curtain separating two patient beds. Fang lay there, his dark hair in his eyes, sleep. His head was turned towards me. One leg was in the cover and another out, covered in a white gauze. He looked so peaceful. But I knew that was only a mask, pain behind it. Years of several broken bones and blood had formed that mask.

"He stopped that bullet from killing you, Max," Angel said. I saw tears in her eyes. "It would have hit your chest if he hadn't have pushed you away. It hit your side instead and a second one hit him in the leg. The guard took a random shot before Iggy and I killed him. It hit his shoulder, inches from his heart."

Just enough to save his life, I thought.

"Yes," Angel said. "And if it hadn't have hit his shoulder, it would have hit your stomach."

"...Why?" I asked, looking at Angel.

She had a hurt expression. "Because he's in love with you, Max! You're his life! You can't see that?" A tear ran down her face as she turned and walked out.

What could have gotten her so upset?

I hate it when she cries. I stood up, ignoring the pain in my side that brought tears to my eyes, and walked towards the door. I would have made it, too, if a hand hadn't caught my wrist. Immediatly I looked down. Fang slowly turned his head and opened his eyes, flinching from pain in his side but not loosening his grip. "Max, what are you doing?"

I swallowed so hard it hurt my throat. "Angel..."

"Are you trying to hurt yourself even more? Get back in bed, Max."

Glancing at the door, I turned around and sank back on my bed. This was much harder then I thought. "Thanks for saving me."

Fang didn't look up. "Anytime."

"You shouldn't have done it. You should have let that bullet kill me."

This time he looked up. "What? Why?"

"Because of our lives. How they've been since we were born. A game. Surprises. Random. And it always will be."

"True. But every time that's happened, we've had each other. Always will."

I looked up, surprised. I was happy when a doctor came in to take Fang to a test, because I had no earthly idea what I'd say next. The doctor shot me a smile as he tended to Fang and helped move him to another bed. I laid my head against the cold wall. What could have upset Angel so much?

Here comes a nurse, so I better put this down. I promise the next entry will be when I talk to Angel.

-Maximum