Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports (Maximum Ride 3)

Instinctively I started to panic when Dr. Martinez strapped my arm down, and then the panic just melted away, la la la.

Someone took my other hand. Fang. I felt his calluses, his bones, his strength.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” I slurred, smiling dopily up at him. I took in his startled, worried expression but dismissed it. “I know everything’s fine if you’re here.”

I thought I saw his cheeks flush, but I wasn’t too sure of anything anymore. I felt a couple of needle pricks in my arm, and said mildly, “Hey.”

“That’s just a local anesthetic,” explained Dr. Martinez. “I’ll give it a minute to take effect.”

“Oh, look, the lights are so pretty,” I said dreamily, having just noticed them.

I smiled at the way the lights were dancing overhead, pink and yellow and blue. I felt some pressure on my arm and thought, I should look over and see what’s going on, but then the thought was gone, sliding away like Jell-O off a hot car hood.

“Fang?”

“Yeah. I’m here.”

I struggled to focus on him. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Yeah, I got that.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” I peered up at him, trying to see past the too-bright lights.

“You’d be fine,” he muttered.

“No,” I said, suddenly struck by how unfine I would be. “I would be totally unfine. Totally.” It seemed very urgent that he understand this.

Again I felt some tugging on my arm, and I really wondered what that was about. Was Ella’s mom going to start this procedure any time soon?

“It’s okay. Just relax.” He sounded stiff and nervous. “Just...relax. Don’t try to talk.”

“I don’t want my chip anymore,” I explained groggily, then frowned. “Actually, I never wanted that chip.”

“Okay,” said Fang. “We’re taking it out.”

“I just want you to hold my hand.”

“I am holding your hand.”

“Oh. I knew that.” I drifted off for a few minutes, barely aware of anything, but feeling Fang’s hand still in mine.

“Do you have a La-Z-Boy somewhere?” I roused myself to ask, every word an effort.

“Um, no,” said Ella’s voice, somewhere behind my head.

“I think I would like a La-Z-Boy,” I mused, letting my eyes drift shut again. “Fang, don’t go anywhere.”

“I won’t. I’m here.”

“Okay. I need you here. Don’t leave me.”

“I won’t.”

“Fang, Fang, Fang,” I murmured, overwhelmed with emotion. “I love you. I love you sooo much.” I tried to hold out my arms to show how much, but I couldn’t move them.

“Oh, jeez,” Fang said, sounding strangled.

“Okay, we’re done,” said Dr. Martinez finally. “The chip is out. I’m going to unfasten your arm, Max, and then I want you to wiggle your fingers.”