Max quickly gets to his feet and starts to move to the back of the hangar. I’m not sure why but I don’t follow. Instead, I fall to my knees next to Aaron. His eyes have become a little dull and I can hear that his heartbeat has sped up. I think he is actually dying. Max is suddenly back and in his hand is a syringe. He positions it above his own arm.
“Let me,” I say. I’m shocked I spoke. I look at him with wide eyes. I want to give my blood? I don’t understand where that came from.
“No,” Max says and he gives me a hard look. Aaron reaches out a hand and grasps my wrist.
“Not you,” he wheezes. His colour has gone very grey. He looks at Max. “Or you.” He shifts his eyes to Colin who is standing with Conor. “Him.”
I blink. I hadn’t expected that and from Max’s face, neither did he.
Colin walks over and holds out a hand for the syringe. Max gives it to him and walks away, I follow. Somehow what they are about to do is intimate and I don’t feel as if I have any right to watch.
“Conor?” I call. He appears at my side in a flash and I can’t help but smile. “We need to find a helicopter.” I turn and look back once. What I see makes me start. Colin is brushing a stray hair from Aaron’s face. It seems odd. And for a moment I feel a spark of jealousy. Except it is unfounded. After all, they have only just met.
Max sees my frown and he takes my hand. “Let’s find that helicopter.”
I shudder. I really hate flying.
Max raises an eyebrow as if to ask what is wrong. I shake my head. I feel so petty when I know that I could never leave Max. I feel connected to him.
“The turning?” I ask. “Does it connect you to the person?”
He looks back at the guys. “Possibly.”
“Did you use your blood to turn me?”
“Yes.” He says this quietly.
I say nothing.
“Where’s the helicopter?” Conor asks.
I force a smile. “I’m not sure, but it ought to be here.” I sweep an arm to encompass the whole hangar. I hadn’t realised how large the area is. I’d been focused on the one small corner.
“We have to search it all?” Conor asks.
“Yep,” Max says. “But we can do it as super speed.”
I’m about to tell them to be careful, but they are already gone. I follow, not looking back.
Most of the planes are small, some covered in cloth, and it is these vague shapes that I concentrate on. Moving from one to another I start lifting the cloth and looking underneath. It doesn’t take long before I realise most of the helicopters have something wrong.
On the next I lift the fabric and give a small sneeze at the dust. The small chopper underneath is missing the instrument panel. Max lifts the other side and we look at each other.
“They are all like this,” he says.
Conor appears next to Max. “They are all broken.”
“I can see. I think we need to talk to Aaron,” I say. I drop the fabric and walk back to the corner where the guys were. Part of me isn’t surprised to see Colin sitting behind Aaron, holding him. Part of me acknowledges that I’m happy to see the emotion. I had thought that by becoming these things we lost our emotions, but looking at them I realise that it might be me.
“Colin?” I call. He looks up and on his face is a look of wonder.
“I can feel him…” he says.
I turn to Max. “Can you feel Conor?”
He looks a little confused and then nods. “And you.”
“So you are connected to me?”
He nods and I feel the bottom drop out of my emotions. When had I started liking Max? Had it been before or after he had turned me? I remember that in the airport I had like Colin better but by the time we had reached the hospital that had all changed. Max is watching me and I know he suspects what I’m thinking.
I’m not able to completely analyse my thoughts, and maybe that is a good thing, because Aaron interrupts me. “Did you find it?”
“What?” I ask, distracted.
“The helicopter?” Aaron sounds weak but he seems okay. He is slowly sitting and with Colin’s help, he stands.
“They are all broken,” I say.
“The one outside?” Aaron asks.
“Um…” I say.
“There’s one outside?” Max asks.
Aaron nods and points at the wall directly opposite the door. We didn’t walk around the building, so the helicopter, if it is still there, would have been hidden to us. Before any of us can say anything Conor is gone, the door left swinging in his wake.
“Was that a child?” Aaron asks.
“Yep,” I say. “Conor.”
“Oh…” He blinks and starts to hobble forward with Colin helping him. We have reached the door when Conor is back.
“It’s there,” he says. “And it seems fine.”
I smile, but my stomach drops. I really hate flying…