Fang's POV:
One second I was watching Max terrorize Ig, and then the next second I was watching her fly threw the window. I would probably never know why Iggy chose that moment to slam on the brakes, but the main problem here was that Max most likely had a concussion. Not good.
Nudge and Angel started screaming hysterically and Gazzy and Iggy froze. I barely was paying attention.
"Guys! We need to get Max to the hospital!" She was now starting to bleed really heavily from some cut on her forehead, and her arm was bent at some unnatural angle.
Please, I silently thought, please. Max needs to be okay. I need her.
Looking at her like this was making my heart ache. Poor Max.
Everyone was still off in their own world, and none of my shouting at them would help.
"Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Is Max gonna die?! What are we going to do?! What is going to happen now?! I can't believe this! God, Iggy, you are such a bad driver!" This was from Nudge.
Angel was just screaming hysterically and looked like she was going to pass out.
Gazzy was looking at Iggy in horror. "Ig, how could you?! I didn't mean something like that!"
Iggy was just holding up his hands in defense. "What was I supposed to do? This is going to work, Gaz, I guarantee it. Even if Max is pissed, and Fang is murderous. Just watch and learn, bro."
All this talking/screaming was starting to seriously get on my nerves, and I finally just snapped.
"Would you all just SHUT UP?!" I suddenly got everyone attention, and four pairs of scared eyes turned to stare at me.
"Now," I continued in a quieter (and calmer) voice. "Max is injured, and the smart thing would be to take her to the hospital." This leader stuff was not exactly a party, if you understand. Everyone nodded, so I climbed out of the car.
"Oh, and by the way, I'm driving from now on, Ig." I added casually as I threw him out of the front seat.
He just smiled at me.
Something was going on here.
Now I realized what Max must have been going through when she had to take me to the hospital. But luckily we already had a story planned.
"Hi," I nervously told the nurse at the counter in the emergency room. "This is my girlfriend, Max-ine Batchelder? Well, we were just in a car crash from a school field trip. The rest of us are fine, but I think she broke her arm. And she might have a concussion…or something."
The nurse looked me over, and then examined Max. I stood there awkwardly, until she finally said, "I'll get her in the emergency room as soon as possible."
I let out a huge breath I hadn't realized I had been holding, and actually smiled. "Thank you!"
I ran back to the flock and told them that the story worked. They all smiled, but The Gasman asked the question we were all dreading.
"But what will we do about the wings?"
This was a stumper. I wasn't actually conscious the one other time we were at a hospital, so I had no idea what we should say for this one.
Think, think. What would Max do?
And then it came to me.
"Okay, you guys. This is going to be hard to pull off, but it's our only chance." The flock looked at me expectantly, and made me almost smile.
"Here's what we're going to do…"
I watched Max's heartbeat as I sat near her bed. I was so relieved she was alive.
Iggy was going to be the one to die.
Flashback:
"But Max, I can cook, fly, make bombs…!" Iggy was still whining about wanting to drive. I sighed in annoyance, but to my surprise, Max looked like she was actually considering his request.
"Please don't tell me you're actually going to let him drive!" I said exasperated. "That would be a nightmare. In case you haven't noticed, Iggy is blind!"
Max looked at me seriously before gazing back at the road. "Fang, we hardly live normal lives. Who knows when the next attack will be? Iggy might never live to drive a car again, when we're constantly attacked by Flyboys. I say we should give him a chance, because he really does have a point: he can do basically anything else. Someone will just sit next to him, and tell him when to turn, brake, etc."
Max trailed off and continued driving while Ig looked triumphant. So that was how Gazzy and Iggy sat in the front and drove, while Max and I sat in the back, with Angel and Nudge in the middle.
However, although Iggy was amazing at most things', driving was not a strong subject for him. I mean, he was an even worse driver than Max, and that is really saying something.
End Flashback
As I sat next to Max's hospital bed, her words kept ringing in my head:
Iggy might never live to drive a car again.
Her words applied to all of us, really. How much time did we have left? Our expiration dates could kick in any time.
I looked at Max again. Her hair was spread out across the pillow, her skin a pale white. I was almost like one of those stupid fairytales Jeb would read to us when the two of us were little.
Seeing her like that reminded me of how I felt about her, or at least how I thought I felt about her. We really could die anytime, and if I didn't tell Max I liked in her in more than a sisterly way soon, she could die, and never know.
So I made up my mind: I would tell Max as soon as she woke up.
And it was then that she started to move.
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