Alouette

23 (Max pov)

I can do it. Who am I kidding, I have to do it. You would think this is easy, seeing as I have done it all my life.

Right, left, right, left.

Thud.

"Ugh. I've been at this for days, Fang, days."

"I know, and it will come back to you soon, as long as we keep working at it. Walking isn't easy after waking from a coma."

"And what about flying, Doctor Fang, what's your prognosis there? I haven't been able to move my wings since I woke up." My voice builds tears in my eyes and frustration in my throat.

Fang kneels next to me on the floor, looks deeply into my eyes. I feel like I can see everything, from the day we first saw each other to the day Angel was kidnapped, when we met my mom, to the day he left, when we found out I was pregnant. It was all there, even when I disappeared. His eyes seemed tainted, like everything we've been through has only affected his eyes.

Finally he breaks the eye contact and holds me tight to his chest. And stifles his cries on my shoulder.

"Don't- don't ever do that again! We thought you were never going to wake up!" This is so unlike Fang. He's never this raw, this emotional.

"It's okay, shh, I won't, I promise I won't, I promise..."

Was that a lie? Knowing my life it very well could be. But he knows that, he knows we are never safe.

We sit there for hours and eventually he stops being so open with his feelings and collects himself but still holds me close. Not saying anything we both acknowledge the fact that something big is coming up and we can both feel it.