Everything was dark. I couldn't feel the normal pull of gravity; it felt like a cloud was holding me up. Then, everything went white. I squinted at the sudden brightness. My body was then wrenched to where I was laying down. The light disappeared, and I could see the inside of my eyelids. I tried to open my eyes again, but it seemed as though they were cemented shut. I felt someone holding my right hand. I tried to move around, to flail, but I was stuck in the same position.
"Come back, Max," Dylan's voice sobbed. It must have been him holding my hand. "Two weeks, and you just... lay there. Asleep. Come back!" He continued to sob. My mother's voice spoke from behind me.
"Dylan, she's in a coma," she said gently. I heard a couple of steps, and the ruffling of Dylan's hair. "Besides. Considering what we've just found out, we can only hope that she wakes up soon. We'll tell her then, but you can't tell anyone else. Alright?" I assumed that Dylan nodded, because he let go of my hand, which I felt flop down over the side of the table. I heard them walk out, and I, in my coma, was left alone.
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After an hour, I didn't even feel much. It seemed as though I just existed as this mind, just.. there. Like I was floating in some void. My thoughts echoed inside my head, and I couldn't see much of anything.
Half an hour after that, I heard footsteps coming in. Someone sat down heavily on the creaky stool and grabbed my hand gently. I could tell it was Jeb, for his hands were rough and dry, but warm and comforting. He stroked my hand gently. He took in a shaking breath, then began to speak.
"Fang left. I'm not sure he could bear many of these horrible events happening to you any longer. I tried calling him, he won't talk to me or any of the flock. He's in New Mexico, that much I know, and he hasn't left there for the past two days.
"Your mother found something out, but I'm not supposed to tell you until you actually are conscious enough to hear it... but.. you can hear me. Right?" He squeezed my hand gently, and, trying as hard as I could, squeezed back. He laughed, and kissed my hand. "Good. I'm still not gonna tell you," he said teasingly. "He named your son Lysander Dylan. It's a fitting name. He's right here, too. Come here, sweet boy," Jeb whispered, and put what I assumed to be Lysander on my chest. He squirmed a bit, but then settled in. Jeb lifted my other arm to place it securely around Lysander, who nestled his head into my neck. I suddenly ached to hug my son, to hold him and hug him and show him that I'm here.
"Hopefully you'll wake up soon, sweetheart. I love you," he said. He let go of my hand, kissed my forehead, and took Lysander off of me.
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Maximum Ride: Picking Up the Pieces (A Maximum Ride Fanfic)
Fiksi PenggemarThey 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...
