On the Couch

Chapter 8

The Hospital

Fang's POV
"LET ME IN! I HAVE TO SEE HER! I NEED TO KNOW SHE'S OK!" I heard the muffled screams of Fang outside my hospital room.
I wanted to get up and tell him I was alright, but I was wrapped up like a freaking mummy, I could barely scratch my shoulder.
I heard the cracking of knuckles and then a had hitting the cold hard floor.
Aw, jeez, I thought hazily, they probably sadiated Fang in the middle of his rampage.
I tried to call the nurse, but the doctor came in, "Hello-Max, sweetie, I'm here for your surgery."
"What? A surgery?" I fumbled, my lips so bruised, it came out as, "fhat? a fujtry?"
"Yes-we've looked at your x-rays. And we concluded two things."
"Fhat iz it?" I said.
"Your lungs inhaled so much smoke-they were burnt pretty badly. And a bunch of you skin has third degree burns."
"Fhat doez fhat mean?" I asked.
"We need to implant new tissue in your lungs and put new skin cells on your skin." he said.
"Iz there anyfing elze?" I muttered, my stomach clenching instantly at his sad expression.
"Max-I'm sorry, but you lost your baby." he murmured.
Suddenly, being in the hospital strapped in a gurny was nothing campared to the sudden wave of grief and horror that washed over me.
I started screaming my lungs off, my throat already burnt, it made it roast like a suckling pig.
I started ripping things off me, kicking and punching out blindly, anything that could get me away from this horrible hospital.
"Get the sadiating darts!" the doctor screamed, before I punched him out like a light.
I ripped off the paper nightgown, pulling on a dress that was left by a woman that came in before me.
I burst through the door, not caring about the searing pain that screamed from everywhere on my body, I screeched for everyone,
"ANGEL! GAZZY! IGGY! FANG! NUDGE! UP AND AWAY!" I said before my throat started burning and my voice gave out.
I collapsed on the floor with a thud, the flock staring in horror as I blacked out.
"I think she's waking up."
"Shhhhhhhh! You might be waking her-idiot!"
"So could you!"
"Both of you-just shut up! I see her eyes fluttering."
I blinked open my eyes, and suddenly felt searing pain everywhere, again.
And the first scent that came to my nose was the sizzling smell of food.
"OMIGAWD! FOOD!" I tried to say, but nothing came out but a moan.
I pointed to the food, wide awake now.
"She's hungry!" Gazzy wheeled the tray up and let me chow down.
After about three plates of steak, mash potatos and steamed baby carrots, I finally noticed all the guaze that was wrapped around parts of my body.
My eyebrows knitted, then I remembered that has happened just a few hours ago.
"The surgery went just fine-Max, you should be ready to leave in two days." Nudge said happily.
"Two days!" I mouthed, knowing my voice was gone.
"Don't worry-Fang has to stay here two days too. He got a pretty bad concussion when he dropped onto that hard floor after they sadiated him." Nudge laughed a little.
I looked over at the next hospital bed, a bruised up Fang was laying there, his forehead wrapped in a guaze.
"I heard about the baby-Max, I'm sorry." Angel said, patting my hand.
I felt tears forming, but I swallowed it down, which hurt since I just got new tissue in my lungs.
Angel laid up beside me in the hospital bed, her thoughts pushing their way into my mind, don't worry, Max. Once we get out, everythng will be better.
If only, Angel, if only. I thought back, wrapping my mummifed arm around her a squeezing her close