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Max

I didn't quite understand why my begging and pleading actually worked for once, but I wasn't in any situation where it was questionable. Fang's eyes had opened with a new light to them that had been dulled out by the darkness of his mind he was locked away in, and now he sat up, blinking away the grogginess of a sleep that lasted two months too long. His expression was tired, almost as if he wanted to fall right back into the slumber he had just awoken from,but I doubt my scream of joy would have ever let him do such a thing.

At the sound of my vocal cords grinding against one another so sharply Fang snapped his head to me, his dark hair that had grown out falling over his eyes even as he brushed it away. "Max?" His voice. It was his voice. Raspy, growlish, parched, but it was his voice. "Man, I'm thirsty. Got anything to-" Before I could let Fang finish the sentence that would usher me out of his sight to get a glass of water I fell on top of him in a heap of elation nothing could keep from me. I might have even cried had I not used up all my tears in my time of sorrow.

"Fang! You're awake! You're alive! Oh, I'm so happy!" I exclaimed, each word louder than the last as I hugged him tight. My boyfriend cautiously wrapped his arms around my waist, patting my back awkwardly, as if he was confused as to why I was so happy to see him. But how could he be? He must have known what he had gone through. Surely he did.

"I'm happy too," he cooed and it was heaven just to have him against me, his voice in my ear, even if his hair was greasy and his skin was rough. "But, it was just a nap, why wouldn't I be alive?" He asked, and it took me a moment to let that sink in, but once it had I had to lean back in order to see his face properly and search for any sign of a joke. He couldn't be serious. There was no way he was tortured for so long and only thought he had taken a nap. There was no way he would torture me for so long an excuse it as a couple hours rest.

"Are you joking?" I finally snapped, pushing myself off of him and getting to my feet. "You were gone for two months, Fang! Two freaking months! I cried for two freaking months over you! You do not get to call your two freaking month venture into insanity a nap!" It wasn't until after I was done yelling that I noticed the sweat that had broken out all over Fang's body, or the way his breathing became more shallow, quicker, panicky. Of course this was happening, this was my punishment for yelling at him; his death.

"No! I'm sorry, I won't yell," I yelled. "Stop! Don't die!" At the moment I wasn't quite sure who was more desperate, Fang's lungs or myself, as I reached out for him, resting my hand on his forehead only to yank it away at the feeling of a heat that shouldn't have been normal.

"Max, what's with all the…" Ari burst through the door to my room, only to notice Fang looking like he was about to keel over on the spot and me having a spasm because I didn't know what to do. I never cared for sick people, that was Ari's job. Whenever he got a cold he waited on himself. What was I supposed to do?

"Ari, I need you to get Iggy. Fang's awake, but I don't think it will be for long," I commanded, hoping that one sentence would catch him up so I wouldn't have to try to further explain the phenomenon of Fang randomly deciding to escape his own mind only to have a heart attack afterwards.

"Okay, make sure he takes deep breaths and-"

"Ari go!" I ordered furiously, jabbing my fingers towards the stairs. My older brother flew off in a panic and I was quietly pondering who was in a worse state of it; me, Fang, or Ari. Although I didn't have time to weigh out a winner because I was too busy focusing on the guy I had managed to fall in love with.

"Okay, you heard the panicky older brother, deep breaths." I told Fang, who responded by falling back on the bed and crying out in pain, one arm hugging his stomach while the other held his head. "Fang?" I asked worriedly, although I didn't think he could respond that well at this point. I had to calm him down, get him to stop accelerating his heart rate, and laying scrunched up in a ball like that was definitely not good for his lungs.

"Alright, Max, get it together." I mumbled, before getting on the bed and attempting to force my boyfriend to stretch out. I held his wrists above his head as he fought me, and snapped at him to take deep breaths over and over, unable to bring myself to say anything else. Anything else wasn't important. He just needed to breathe.

"Damnit Fang you've been doing it since you were born, how hard can it be?" I growled, and for a moment amusement flickered in his eyes before he went back to choking on air and struggling against me like I was the enemy. But then I realised something that scared me more than the struggling would have. It wasn't really so much as he was trying to get out of my grip, it was more like he was jerking around violently, like he couldn't control his own movements. I gulped in fear. Honestly where was Iggy?

I was about to scream for somebody to act like they cared and get down to my room, fast, when my throat went dry from the sudden stillness beneath me. "Fang?" I coughed out, looking down at two closed eyes and an unmoving chest. No. He did not just die. I refused to believe it. He couldn't die. I just got him back.

"Oh hell no. I'm not accepting this." I muttered, resting both of my hands over his heart before pressing down in multiple quick compressions in hopes he'd start breathing again. He couldn't do this to me. He wouldn't do this to me. I may have been a train wreck but that was because it was my job to be, not his.

He still didn't move. I let out a groan of frustration before opening his mouth. Of course I didn't actually know the correct way of doing CPR, but I figured I had the basics down; hold the nose close and breathe in, which is exactly what I did.

How ironic is it that our first kiss since he wakes up is while he's dead? I thought darkly, as I attempted to save his life.

"Max, your form is all off," I heard a voice call from behind me and snapped around to see Iggy staring slightly to the right of me.

"How would you know, Hellen Keller?" I snarled defensively as Ari practically dragged Iggy over to the bed, placing both of his hands on Fang's chest.

"Fix him." My older brother demanded, and Iggy brushed him off before resting his head on Fang's chest; listening for a heartbeat.

"To answer your question I can hear you breathing. I could tell you weren't doing it right by your panicky breaths," For a moment he left his ear on the black fabric of Fang's tee shirt before sitting up.

"Well, his heart is a no-go but we still have roughly four minutes before we have to get the body bags out,"

"Iggy! Now is not the time to joke," I exclaimed, causing him to hold up his hands in surrender before placing them back down on Fang, sliding them over to the arm closest to him.

"Okay, So basically the only thing I can do is what Max has been doing unless anybody has a tube of adrenaline and a sharp needle laying around?" Iggy suggested before going straight into chest compressions which were slightly off for the first five until he found the right spot.

"Yeah, we don't. Make him breathe again. Oh my God, this is too much stress, I'm going to…" Throw up. It's not what I was going to say, but the feeling in the back of my throat cut off all possible choices as I stumbled to the connecting bathroom and fell over the toilet just in time for all of my breakfast, lunch, and dinner to come right back up and out. Disgusting.

"Oh no, you're not allowed to have problems too," Ari muttered, following after me although the look I sent him in between retching told him this wasn't necessarily a sick problem but a something-else problem, so he needed to drop it. Needless to say he backed up out of their and left me to quietly hate my life and vomit on my own until I couldn't anymore.

Sighing, I got to my feet, flushing the toilet and grabbing my toothbrush, running the bristles over every tooth and every millimeter of my tongue before making my way back into the room where Iggy was still trying to save Fang. Just in time too.

Just before the Chef slash doctor slash sarcastic king slash pyro of the group gave up Fang toppled over himself into a sitting position as he gasped for air, coughing up a foamy, saliva-like substance that landed all over the comforter. I was not sleeping on that tonight.

"Ungh, where am I?" He asked himself, looking around at all of us, his groggy vision sweeping over the room as if it was nothing more than a dream. Although to him I guessed it could have easily felt like one.

"A new location, we escaped." Ari informed him dryly, as if Fang just getting the memo was entirely his fault, which it wasn't, but I wasn't in the mood to get into an argument with my brother.

"Uh… who are you? Actually, who are all of you?" My boyfriend questioned, his gaze finally resting on me.

"Fang, don't you remember me?" I asked quietly. My world was going right down the toilet along with breakfast as his eyebrows scrunched up in concentration, as if he honestly had no idea if I was even a person or a robot.

"I think I do. Everything's all fuzzy." He mumbled, staring down at his legs which were clad in the same tattered skinny jeans as when we were taken. It had been strange watching him move robotically. Somehow he managed to do only just everything he needed; showers and changing clothes not included. And yes, normally a two month old smell of guy would have been toxic but I had sprayed him down with Febreze once a week so currently the smell of Lilacs touching the mountain air was fading away as he dropped back into reality.

"That might just be a side-effect to whatever the hell you're on. Max, what happened when he woke up?" Iggy asked, staring at the wall intently, right at Fang's head.

"Igster, I'm over here." I coughed awkwardly, causing him to snap his head towards me before gesturing towards the bathroom door for me to continue. "Well he couldn't breathe and he started jerking around really bad and I had to hold him down and he wouldn't listen to a word I said."

"Probably a seizure then," Iggy diagnosed without the slightest hesitation. "I'm guessing it's from the head trauma; as long as his memory gets back to normal and he doesn't have another one I think he'll be okay."

"Oh I think my memory's already flooding in like a broken dam, and it hurts," Fang growled out, and I let a smile of relief fall over me.

"I'm really happy you're okay," I said, although I wasn't quite sure he had a full grasp of who I was to him, or even what I was to him.

"Thanks... wait, don't tell me. I'd say Lupo but you don't seem as mean as her,"

"I'm right here!" Lupo snapped from somewhere behind Ari, and I watched as she waltzed into the room with some painkillers and a couple bottles of water. "And I'd figure you'd need these, Your Highness," she added sarcastically, causing me to smirk.

"Oh you are most definitely, Max. I can tell by that smirk," Fang said, looking at me intently. I let my eyes flicker back to him, my grin fading slightly. "So, how are you going to say hello?" My voice was wary, and I hoped he understand what I was saying. Just a simple test to see if he still remembered the fact that we were a couple at least.

"Max, you don't want to stress him out right now-" Iggy began, but was cut off by my cry of shock as Fang yanked me close to him, smacking his lips against mine in a sloppy kiss that I would never forget, because for once in our wild life we were back to normal.

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