[Summary] Ever since Max saved Angel from a hit-and-run accident, she's been in a coma. There was only one witness; Nick 'Fang' Walker. Now, mute, temporarily paralyzed, and unconscious, Max can't break out of her coma. She can only listen to everything around her. And when Fang decides to make it his job to talk to her everyday, will they fall in love? A love that will revive Max? FAX.

[Author's Notes]

YOU MAKE ME, FEEL LIKE I'M LIVIN' IN A, TEENAGE DREAM! THE WAY YOU TURN ME ON, I CAN'T SLEEP! DON'T EVER LOOK BACK, DON'T EVER LOOK BACK! *Coughs awkwardly* Eh hem. Hiya :) Been a while… Hasn't it? XD

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~: Medicinal Love :~

Chapter Four: Teenage Dream

~: MPOV :~

I couldn't go to sleep last night.

Technically, I guess, since really, I can't go to bed at all, because of this damned coma. But, I just couldn't… rest.

You know that feeling when you really want go to bed, because you're completely and utterly exhausted, but you just… can't? I know that feeling really well — starting from quite recently, actually.

As in when I met — heard? — Fang.

And then, of course, there's that little moment that happened what, three minutes ago? An hour? Twelve? I can't tell anymore.

… I digress.

So right now, I want to relax and let my mind wander, but it's nearly impossible to do. I can still feel his lips on my forehead, when I can't even feel at all. How jacked up is that?

Honestly, I'm not a girly girl. I'm not one of those girls who squeal when they get their first kiss. (In fact, when I did get my first kiss, I frowned, shrugged, and said goodbye. It actually wasn't what I had expected, and disappointed me.)

But here I am, wishing I could see the owner of that voice that made me want to melt.

And as I thought that sentence above, I'm wondering on how being in a coma makes you think these hormonal, girlish, squeal-ly thoughts. Because seriously, someone, please tell me, so I can stop acting like this.

It's disturbing on how much my thoughts have changed since I entered this ridiculous coma.

I feel like a teenage girl again.

'You make me,

Feel like I'm livin' a
Teenage dream.
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep.
Let's run away and
Don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back'

Geez. It's really annoying me on how much I can relate to the song Teenage Dream. A song that shouldn't even remind me of me!

What has this pathetic world come to?

And why is Fang so hot-sounding?

I shouldn't even think he sounds hot. I can't. I won't. Never again. But oh God, does he sound hot, or what?

Again, I digress into non-comprehensible rambling. I should really stop doing that.

I can hear the familiar sounding metal door of the room open, and I'm guessing my ears perked up without moving, as I strain to hear whose footsteps they are.

There's two sets of feet, that's for sure. I can't hear the clacking of the heels, so it's probably not Brigid or Mom. Meaning… Fang? And the second set was… Angel?

I'm itching to smile with happiness — not just because Fang was here again, but because he brought Angel — and I can imagine my face just twitching, trying to get those facial muscles to work again.

Alas, I think they didn't move an inch, seeing Fang or Angel would have noticed it, and said something.

"Hi… Max…" he muttered quietly, taking a seat in the metal chair, that can't seem to stop screeching on the tile floor.

"Max!" Angel squealed, creating a rustling noise.

"Angel, you shouldn't sit on Max's bed," Fang said softly. Ah. So that's what the noise was. I could almost hear the smile in his voice as he said, "When she wakes up, you can do that, as long as you get her permission, okay?"

"Okay, Fang," Angel replied sweetly. She was silent for a moment. "She… is going to wake up, right?"

I could hear a small kiss being placed, most likely on Angel. "Of course, Ange. Of course."

Aww! I crooned inwardly. How sweet was that? Fang would be a really good dad… Not that I'm thinking about that or anything.

Sure, Max, sure, my subconscious replied sarcastically.

I wish I could kick my subconscious. It's a dirty, rude, sarcastic, gruesome place, that you'd never want to meet.

And it's a part of you, whether you like it or not, my mind added. I wanted to scowl.

But, oh wait! You can't.

You see what I mean? It's so rude!

It's all in your head, the voice said.

"How are you, Max?" Fang asked me.

~: FPOV :~

I chuckled lightly, as Angel shushed me, saying, "Shh, she's sleeping! I don't want to wake her up!" She shifted in my lap, as she looked up earnestly at me, her blue eyes shining. "She looks so pretty…" Angel whispered.

As she said that, I took the time to stare at Max. Honestly, Angel was right. Max was just naturally beautiful — it was one of the first things I noticed when I first visited her in this hospital.

Angel looked up at me with wide, innocent eyes. "Will I ever grow up to be as pretty as Max?" she asked softly, her eyes mesmerized by the sight of Max.

Smiling down at Angel, I kissed her forehead again. "Of course, Ange."

She shook her head, her blonde curls bouncing around. "But Max will always be prettier. Just like Snow White; the fairest in all the land, right?" She didn't even wait for me to answer as she grinned to herself and nodded her head. "Right."

I let out a quiet laugh, as I stared at Max more. Soon, Angel began to drift off to sleep in my lap. That's when I began to really talk.

"You heard what Angel asked me, right?" I ran a hand through my dark hair. "How the hel — ck am I supposed to answer that question?"

Pausing for a moment, I looked at Max, who seemed to be sleeping soundly, almost angelically. "I honestly didn't know what to say. Yeah, smooth going Mr. Talk, Dark, and Mysterious. Really smooth.

"I mean, I can't just bluntly tell her, 'You will never be as pretty as Max', or, 'You'll be more beautiful than Max when you grow up'. And truthfully, I'm not sure that that's even… true."

I sighed. "You know you really are beautiful, righ —"

The door opened, and I broke my gaze on Max, turning it to the door. Dr. Martinez, Max's mom, walked in.

"… Nick? Nick Walker… am I right?" she asked in surprise.

Holding Angel in my arms, I quickly got up, beckoning her to sit in the chair I had been sitting in. She remained standing, however, the door behind her closing. "Not to be rude… but what are you doing here?"

Refraining from biting my lip, I replied, "Oh, Angel and I came to visit Max…"

Her eyes traveled down from my face, to my little sister in my arms. "Aw," she sighed, a small smile on her face, which looked like an older version of Max. "So this is little Miss Angel. Is her arm okay?" Dr. Martinez asked, concern on her face, as she took notice of the cast.

I nodded, glancing down at Angel, who was sleeping sweetly in my arms. "She's fine. We've been worried about Max, though."

Dr. Martinez turned to her unconscious daughter. "Oh, Max, Honey," she whispered. "I'm so sorry I haven't been visiting you… Work was just so busy, and Jeb had promised he would visit you with your half-brother Ari, and bring get well cards…" she glanced around the room. "But I guess he didn't. It's all my fault, you've been lonely for the past few days! I'm a terrible mother," Dr. Martinez cried, close to tears. "I'm so sorry, Max…"

"I've uh, been visiting her — with Angel — everyday…" I muttered sheepishly, trying to control my body temperature from rising around my cheeks.

She smiled at me, wiping away her tears. "Really?"

I nodded, slightly embarrassed for reasons unknown. Dr. Martinez looked off, out of the hospital window for a moment. "Nick… Do you think you could do me a favor…?" she asked gently. Again, I nodded. "I hate to ask this of you, but do you think you could continue to watch over Max? I mean, I would normally do it, but her younger sister, Ella, is going off to college, and I have to be there… Oh dear…"

"Of course," I replied without a moment's hesitation. "I can do that."

Dr. Martinez thanked me excessively, and took a seat in the metal chair, grasping Max's hand.

Slowly, I walked out of the room, a thought running through my head.

I didn't sound too eager… Did I? And… why?

[End Author's Notes]

I wonder if Anna wants to write this A/N with me. ANNA? WHAT SAY YOU?

Oh. Well then~ MAYBE I WAS DISTRACTED WITH "NUMBER ONE FAN."

… HUH?

That's the title...*Grumbles.* BUT IT HAS CASSIE IN IT. OF COURSE I'M OTHERWISE DISTRACTED. D:

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