Critical Condition

Chapter 8

Angel POV

"Sir?" a male voice stirred me from my sleep and I opened my eyes. I was looking at a man dressed in green hospital scrubs slowly approaching us. Fang was tense next to me, his jaw clenched as he wearily eyed the stranger, but his face gave nothing away.

"How is she?" Fang said curtly, immediately getting to the point.

"She's stable for now. Is she your mother?"

"Yeah." I piped up, trying to lighten the situation. "I'm so glad she'll be ok."

"So are we." the man smiled. "But now I'd like to get you two some attention, you're both looking pretty banged up yourself. Why don't you follow me please?" The man opened the door to the room and stepped out into the hallway, holding to door open. Fang stood and moved towards the door, his gate stiff like he was in pain. I couldn't get any bad thoughts off of this man, or anyone else in this hospital, and I eased a little. I took Fangs hand and we followed the man down to an examination room.

We stepped into the small room, quietly scanning over everything as the man in scrubs pulled out a clipboard. He motioned for Fang to sit on the paper covered chair in the center of the room.

"I'm just going to be doing a very basic physical examination today, and to help stitch up and bandage any injuries. You're both minors, so whatever we talk about in this room will stay in this room." he ran over the basics and I watched Fang shift anxiously from foot to foot. The man looked up at him and smiled, setting the clipboard down on the desk.

"I promise, whatever tensions or worries you have today will not be any problem." the man reassured, and Fangs eyes met mine for a moment, before returning to the mans. "My name is Dr. Murphy. You can trust me."

"Trust needs to be earned." Fang said dryly, his voice low and scarily calm. Dr. Murphy only smiled and nodded.

"You're exactly right." he motioned towards a small scale in the corner of the room. Fang hesitated, his eyes fixed on the doctor. "The quicker you comply, the faster we can get you guys to see your mother. But basic health care must be covered first."

"It'll be ok." I said sweetly, Fangs eyes never faltering. I let him know mentally that this man was truthful and I saw his frame relax just the tiniest bit. Fang stepped onto the scale finally, and the doctor did his work. He wrote down the height and weight on his clipboard; 6 foot 3 inches, and 125 pounds. He had Fang sit on the chair finally.

"You guys are a little thin for your height and age." Dr Murphy commented, lifting a stethoscope up so Fang could see it. He set its cold bell on Fangs chest and paused, his face looking concerned. I knew that he was trying to understand why Fangs heart was beating so hard and fast; our bird DNA. He moved to a small machine to his left and took out some wires. I had seen it before, it was an EKG machine. He tapped the small circles onto Fang and the machine began beeping quickly, a small green line jumping across its screen.

"And this is normal for you?" Dr Murphy looked at me. I nodded, noting how the beeping was growing louder and faster as Fang shifted. He reached up and pulled them off quickly, earning a startled glance from the doc.

"Her arm is broken. Get her treatment started, and we'll be going." Fang jumped down from the table and stood next to me. Dr Murphy nodded, swallowing hard, and motioned for me to get up on the table.

Fang POV

This exam was pointless. It was just another excuse for the whitecoats to gather info on us or find us. Angel continued to reassure me, letting me know that this man in scrubs was one of the good guys. Every fiber of my being was on high alert and my heart pounded in my chest, but I didn't let an ounce of it show to this man. I finally stepped onto the scale, seeing the weight and height scribbled down on his clipboard. 125 was a little low, even for us. Then again, we hadn't exactly been eating well this past week or so.