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Third Person towards Fang

First aid kit in hand, Fang ran back to Max grabbing things he would need along the way. A towel, a cup of water, a sponge. He had taken a class on this in college, he had joked about the fact that he would never need it. Now it was coming in real handy.

He knelt down by her, starting with her hands, he need to stop the bleeding first. Man, her skin was warm. "Max," he started, "Come on Max, open your eyes." He was finished with one hand, cleaning and bandaging it the best he could with what he had. "Come on Max," he said again as he started cleaning her other hand, "Max you need to wake up." He was done with her hands and now moved to clean off her face. She shouldn't be this warm, he thought as he pressed his hand to her forehead. "Come on Max, come on, wake up," he kept repeating as he wet her forehead- using the towel as a cold compress. Finally she spoke.

"Fang." It was weak, but it was something.

"Hey there," he smiled down at her, "you need to stay awake, okay?" She nodded slightly. "Good, can you tell me your name?"

"My name is Max, stupid," she replied with a small laugh.

Okay, he sighed. She didn't seem to have any brain damage. "Good, good, now what is my name," he asked, just to make sure.

"I already said your name, it's Fang. Duh."

"No, no. My real name silly."

"That is your real name"

Now he was concerned and a little bit worried. Why would she think his nickname was his really name? "No," he said a bit tensely, "My name is Nick." Her eyes flew open from the slits they had been. "My name is Nicholas Martinez, and you are Maxine Luis." His hand and towel were still on her forehead as she sat up, shrinking away from him.

"No, no. You are Fang. I've known you since we were kids," she said, hardly getting the sentence out. She was shaking hard and seemed to be completely confused and scared.

"Max, we met in college, I can prove it. Stay here." He got up from his kneeling position next to his couch and went around his apartment, and eventually hers too, gathering photos and evidence to show a very confused Max. Their graduation photo, a photo of them and the group at a bar for Max's twenty second birthday, her driver's license, his driver's license. Her apartment was almost on the edge of trashed, but he would take care of that later.

He came back to his apartment to find Max dry heaving in his bathroom. Fang set the "evidence" in a pile right outside the door and went in to hold her hair out of the way. When she was done, she rested her head against the bowl of the toilet, let out a shaky sigh and closed her eyes. Fang checked her forehead, it was no longer the warm almost feverish temperature that it had been earlier. He let out a sigh of relief and laid his head on hers, whatever had happen had left as suddenly just as it had overcome Max.

As soon as she was unconscious he scooped her up and moved her to his bed. He knew Max didn't dream when she was sick, so he wanted her to get as much rest as she could while he took care of the mess that had taken over her apartment next door. He didn't get a real good look the first time, he had been too concerned about Max. But now he saw the real damage.

There was a path to the door way filled with furniture and objects that had been knocked down in her mad attempt to get out of apartment. He cleaned up her small living room and moved on to her bedroom. He heard no sounds coming from the other side of the wall, where Max was peacefully asleep (for once), so he continued on cleaning.

He was mopping up the water that had spilled and cleaning up the broken glass from the vase when something caught his eye. Lying on its side was the camera that Dr. Cabell had given her to record her natural sleep habits. And it was still recording. Maybe it had captured whatever had happened to Max.

She had turned it on right before getting into bed, and it took her about five or six minutes to fall asleep. He skipped her tossing and turning, and hit play when he saw her sit bolt upright it bed. She backed up and hit her head hard in the wall. That was the bang he must have heard earlier. Her eyes were wide and scared as she clambered over her bed and end table, knocking over the vase- which broke on the ground. Then she bolted from her room, knocking the camera on its side. He couldn't really see anything that might have scared her so much, but then he did. It was just for a few seconds and he only saw half of the creature, but he could see why Max was so scared.

It seemed to come out of nowhere, it just appeared on the left hand side of the screen. It was all black and it had the most horrible slickly expression. What the hell was it?

Max POV

What had happened? I couldn't remember, why can't I remember? The last thing I can remember is turning on the camera Doctor Cabell had given me and falling into bed. And now I'm here, but where was "here"? Because this was defiantly not my bed.

My head pounded as I sat upright, or at least tried to. My hands were bound in bandages. I didn't wrap them when I had gotten home from the incident at the cafe, did I? Balancing on my elbows, I looked at my hands. No, the wrapping was too neat to have been done by me and it was on both hands no less.

I had to find out where I was, so I flung the covers off and more or less fell out of the bed. Okay, black covers, dark flooring, I knew of one person who had such a bleak color scheme: Nick. This made my paranoia subside rapidly.

I pulled myself to a semi-standing position and leaned against the wall of his bedroom. Geez, what was wrong with me? I couldn't have lost that much blood from the cuts on my hands. I tried calling out to get his attention, wherever he was, but much like my legs my voice failed me as well. I pounded my fist against the wall. Nope, ouch, bad idea. I swore in my head, momentarily forgetting my wounded hands. I hope he heard me, I couldn't stand upright for much longer. My knees buckling, I slid down the wall and faced the door the door.

It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, I couldn't tell. But sooner or later, Nick came through the bedroom door. "Hi, come here often?" I mouthed weakly, I tried my best to be sarcastic through the pain I was in. He just shook his head, a sad smile on his face. "Water?" I mouthed. He left and came back with two glasses, then sat down next to me on the ground.

"Max," he took a breath, "Max, what happened?"

I took a sip before answering. "I don't know, you tell me."

He seemed surprised. "What do you mean? Don't mess with me. Are you saying you can't remember what happened or you don't want to remember what happened?"

I gave a shrug. "The last thing I remember is falling asleep in my own bed. Then I woke up here. As far as I'm concerned, there is nothing in between." He retold me the events of the earlier night and when he got the part about seeing the creature on the video camera- this time I actually did drop my water, spilling it all over myself and a bit on Nick.

"So you've seen this thing before?" His question was urgent. "When? Where?"

My eyes were wide as I choked out my answer, "Every night... In my nightmares."

His eyes too, went wide. "How?" He asked, just as shocked as I was.

I couldn't answer, I just burst into tears. No, no, no, this could not be happening. I curled into a ball and clung to Nick as if my life depended on him. Which, right now, it probably did.