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Max:

Pain. That's all I felt.

Screaming. Beeping. It's all I heard.

And all I could see was my life. Flashing through my eyes.

My entire life, living with Ella and Mom. Having Jeb come back into my life. Meeting Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Angel. Seeing Dylan. Kissing Iggy. Hugging Iggy.

Flashback:

I'm 3 years old.

"You can't catch me!" I yelled, to my dad. He smiled, laughed and ran after me.

"Yes I can!" He said, and I ran faster. He caught up to me, lifted me up and hugged me. "I caught you!" he said, kissing my cheeks.

That was one of the happiest moments of my childhood.

Flashback:

I am 10. I was not crying, I don't cry, but today is the worst day ever. Dylan, my bestest friend in the whole world, is moving all the way California. It's not fair! First dad left Ella and I, now my best friend is leaving me. I clutched the picture of Dylan and I to my chest as I watched his minivan pull out and drive away, with the moving truck a little bit behind.

"Bye" I whispered to myself and Ella and I hugged.

And that marked the 2nd worst day of my childhood, why am I having flashbacks? Am I dying?! No! I am supposed to have 2 years left! I'm not dying!

Suddenly, another flashback flashed before my eyes.

I was 16. It was Iggy and I, holding hands. We were at the fair, and I couldn't win the stupid bear I wanted.

"Max, you are wasting so much time and money...I'll just buy you a bear." he whispered in my ear. I looked at him, shaking my head. He shook his head, mumbled something and walked away.

I shrugged. He's probably talking to Fang or something like that. I continued playing for another 5 minutes, still only winning those cheap little toys. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and figured it was Ig, telling me to stop trying.

"Just one more time!" I said, turning around. I almost dropped the ball in my hand. He stood in front of me, holding a giant bear, holding a red heart that read;

Love you, Max3

I smiled and hugged him.

"See? Much cheaper than playing the impossible game, to win a bear that says nothing." He said.

"Thank you" I smiled, taking his hand in mine and kissing his lips.

If I live through this Iggy, I am going to forgive you, apologize and kiss you so hard. He did little things like that, things that made me smile, laugh and feel like I'm living in a fairy tale. I realized, right there, as I prayed I would be okay, that I loved Iggy Parker.

Iggy:

I sat in the hospital waiting room. You never realize how much you love someone, until you are not sure if they'll be okay. I love her, Maximum Taylor Ride. I love everything about her. I love how she laughs so easily, her laugh is so free and puts everything at ease. I love her smile. I love the way she's not afraid to be herself. She isn't afraid to stand up for what she believes in. Or how she expresses everything she feels. I love the way she sings, about anything, like nobody's watching.

"Family and Friends of Maximum Ride?" A doctor's voice pulled me back to earth.

All of us stood up; Fang, Nudge, Angel, Gazzy, Dr. M, Jeb[Who I'd learned was El and Max's father?!], Ella and I.

"Yes, is my daughter alright?" Dr. M asked, quickly.

"Was she recently in a fight, physical?" he asked, ignoring the question. Not good news.

Everybody turned to me.

"Um...yes doctor, she got mad at me and she was fighting with me...but it wasn't really a fight...she was hitting me...I didn't touch her."

"Did...she get hit...at all?"

"Um...yes...I was kicking...I may have hit her in the stomach..." I came to realize. Oh my god. Had I accidentally kicked her in the stomach?

"Okay" the doctor said "we're going to take some tests, and see what happens"

He walked away.

-4 hours later-

The tests are in. Turns out, I kicked a sensitive spot, and something happened. This would only happen in my life, to me...no, to the girl I love. They had to take Max into surgery, something about a possible cure. But, I knew that unless a miracle was to occur, they couldn't. I felt like my world was in slow motion. Everything stopped. I could barely breath, I wouldn't eat, or drink. When Nudge came over, and was talking to me...trying to make me feel better, I toned her out and kept thinking. This is all my fault. If I hadn't kissed Ella instead of asking Max about Dylan, then we wouldn't be here. Max wouldn't be on her death bed. I wouldn't be losing the girl of my dreams before I could tell her. Why am I so stupid? She hates me, and I never told her I loved her.

They pulled her into the room, after the surgery, and told us that we would have to wait to see if the surgery was successful. I prayed they got the tumor, and that she would be alright, but I knew it was 1 in a million chance. I sighed, and the rest of them let me see her first, well, after Dr. M and Jeb of course.

I walked in and saw how peaceful she looked. She always had a somewhat tense expression, hidden behind the smiles and laughs. But for the first time, she looked at peace. It made me want to cry. I sat down next to her and held her hand.

"Max...I know you are probably so angry at me...and would be kicking my ass if you were awake right now.." I said, "If you were awake, you probably would've laughed at that..." I was silent for a moment. "Oh, Max this is all my fault! I should've never cheated on you! I should've asked you what was up! I hate myself." I paused. "I don't know that you hear me right now, but if you can...just know...that kiss with Ella...as brief as it was...was nothing. I didn't feel the sparks that I feel when I touch you...when I kiss you. I don't get so happy, that I feel I'll explode, when I see her smile or laugh...not like with you. You're special, Max." I said. I had half expected her eyes to flutter open and her to smile, saying 'it's okay, Ig' and kiss me. But, I knew it wouldn't happen...because what actually happened, made my heart drop to the ground and tears to pour out of my eyes; the heart monitor was one minute beeping away at a normal pace, the next dropping to a flatline.

Nurses and doctors poured in, pushing me off of her and out the door. She's not dead. No...the machine is broken. Yeah, that's it.

Oh, who are you kidding, Iggy? She's gone and it's all your fault! A voice yelled at me.