Fang sat in the nursery in the play area, surrounded by the triplets and holding his son, who he had decided to name Lysander Dylan Ride. The triplets, by now could hold themselves up, and were sitting and staring at their father confused, as if to wonder why Daddy wasn't holding them. There had been no news from Dr. Martinez for nearly ten hours. The rest of the flock had gone to bed, and Fang continued to sit, the time nearing 3 am, waiting.
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Dr. Martinez walked in around 8 am. Fang didn't even acknowledge her - he simply continued to stare at Lysander, who was sleeping once again. Fang had had yet to move from the same spot. His eyes were bloodshot, and there were twelve empty milk bottles sitting beside him.
Dr. Martinez joined Fang in the play area, and picked up little Aidan, who had fallen asleep along with her brothers. Fang finally looked up at her, then looked back to Lysander.
"Did you get it out?" He asked quietly. Dr. Martinez, from what Fang could see out of the corner of his eye, allowed for a slight nod.
"How is she?" Fang asked. No reply. "How is she?" He asked again. Dr. Martinez looked curiously at Lysander, and then tried to change the subject.
"What did you name him?" She asked quietly, her voice hoarse. He could see now that her eyes were tired, below them hung bags and dark circles.
"How. Is. She?" Fang asked again, more forcefully this time. His teeth were gritted. He set Lysander down in the small bassinet which Lysander would temporarily be sleeping in until Jeb obtained another crib.
"She's in a coma indefinitely," Dr. Martinez whispered.
"She's what?!" Fang answered.
"She's in a coma indefinitely," Dr. Martinez repeated, this time through a sob. She looked away, shuddering, her eyes glazing over and filling with tears.
Carefully stepping over the sleeping triplets and around Dr. Martinez, Fang ran out of the nursery, out the front door, and snapped out his wings. He took to the air immediately, and flew as fast and far away as he could. After a few hours, he knew he was in New Mexico. He stopped and hovered, 300 feet above the ground, and screamed. He screamed until his throat felt like it had been raked with claws belonging to his sadness. He punched and kicked the air, and writhed and thrashed until he could not take it anymore. He nearly dropped from exhaustion. He landed and checked into a hotel. He knew it would be a long time before he would be able to bring himself to go back there.
He would be in a metaphorical coma, so to speak.
Indefinitely.
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Maximum Ride: Picking Up the Pieces (A Maximum Ride Fanfic)
FanfictionThey took her away two and a half years ago. As far as the flock could tell, Max had disappeared. But now, Max has returned to the flock with A LOT on her hands - more than just trying to rejoin the flock and move on from her past. What happens now...
