The Runaways – Chapter 16

By MyNameIsCAL

-Fang's POV-

We pulled into a campsite a couple of hours later. I just stayed on the floor in the back of the van, trying to figure out what just happened.

"Why don't you have a shirt on?" Nudge asked, looking down at me.

"I don't know," I grumbled, hoping he wouldn't see I was lying.

Max parked the car and grabbed the bandages which had been rolling around on the floor for the entire car ride.

"Why is Max wearing your shirt?" Nudge asked.

"Not now, Nudge," Iggy said quickly, pulling her out of the car. "There's a vending machine over there. Let's get something to drink."

I made a mental note to thank Iggy later.

"You alright?" I asked Max.

"You're asking me if I'm okay?" she said incredulously. "I'm fine. Now you, you almost just got blown up by Iggy."

Max pulled off my pants suddenly.

"What the hell are you doing?"

She held up my pants. "There's blood. You leg needs to be checked. Besides, you need to redo the bandages."

"Oh." I fell silent again. Last night, I guess we never got around to redoing my bandages like she said I had to.

Pulling out the first aid kit, she cleaned the cut, which was deep. Some debris from the explosion must have jetted out and hit me. Now that I thought about it, it really hurt. After a while, Max taped a gauze over the cut and started to wrap my leg.

"Whoa!" Gazzy came around the car, holding sodas. "Sorry…"

He ducked away just as Max finished with the bandaging.

"How's your leg?" she asked, handing me my pants.

I pulled them on and sat up, leaning against her, suddenly feeling dizzy. "I'm not sure if it hurts from what just happened, or from last night."

She laughed, shaking her head.

"About last night…" I muttered, closing my eyes.

She shook her head. "What's there to discuss?"

"I don't know…I just want to make sure you're okay," I said quietly.

She took my hand, squeezing it. "I'm just fine, Fang. Don't you worry about me."

I let out a sigh of relief.

"In fact," she said in a whisper. "I thought last night was sorta amazing."

I felt myself smiling.

-Iggy's POV-

"Shit."

I stood and made my way towards the car. "Shit, what?"

Fang swore again. "We left my crutches at the motel."

I sat on the edge of the car. "Care to explain last night?"

He took a seat next to me. "What's there to explain, Ig?"

We sat without talking for a few minutes.

"Well, I don't know, I just want to make sure the two of you are okay," I said.

"Thanks for your concern." Max stood in front of us now.

"Oh, uhm…" I never meant for Max to know that I heard them. Being blind an all, it heightened your other senses.

"Nah, it's alright," she said, walking away, leaving me with Fang again. "And we're great, if that answers your question."

I sat there, thinking for a minute. Since when had Fang swept anyone off their feet? And since when did Fang fall head over heels for anyone? But Max and Fang, they were good for each other. He wasn't so wrapped up in himself anymore.

"Well," I said, trying to think of something else to say. "I'm glad Max came. She's good for you, not because of…well, you know, not because of last night, but…"

Fang cut me off. "I know what you mean, Ig."

"Because she…I don't know, Fang, I can't be the only one who thinks you've changed since you've met Max," I fumbled through my words, trying not to make them sound so awkward.

"What're you trying to say?" he questioned, standing.

"Don't lose her because you decide to do something stupid."

"Like last night?" he sounded amused, not angry like I expected him to be.

"Well, yeah, I guess so," I admitted.

"Alright," he said, limping towards the others. "Thanks, Ig."