cliche-ask-max-deactivated20171:
Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?
//lol chill max//
*max
coughs, flips over, and vomits up a shit ton of water* *one of his ribs
is broken* *he coughs, and he coughed up blood* why? Wh…why… *he starts
to sob*David: OHGOSH MAX! ARE YOU OKAY? DO WE NEED AN AMBULANCE?
C: Call one. My god, I’m so sorry, Max… *holds
onto his shoulder, keeping him on his side while he coughs*A: D-Daddy, there’s red….
C: I know, sweetie. Get a napkin – help him
clean his face.*Angie does, taking one from the first-aid kit
and just gently dabbing at Max’ cheeks and around his mouth.**max is curled up in a ball, convulsing and vomiting water* I’m…okay…
David: IM GOING TO GET GWEN!
Carlos: Max, please try not to move. I might’ve
hurt something. I think I heard a crack.Angela: David, use your phone! *mops up some
sweat or water or something on Max’ forehead.It…hurts…I’m…sorry…I…didn’t mean to…
David: *calls gwen* *steps to the side to explain*
Carlos: Shh, Max, it’s okay. Just breathe,
buddy. Take it easy… just breathe slowly.No…I…didn’t want this…I…didnt mean…I just wanted it to stop…hurting…*he vomits again* can’t…breathe…
Carlos: Try, Max, try to breathe. I’m sorry, I
hurt you. We’ll get you to the hospital and everything will be okay. Take it
slow… *he wipes at the tears in his eyes with one arm*Angie: D-david’s getting an ambulance, Max. It’s
okay… it’s gonna be o-okay…Please…don’t…let them know…
Quiet down, Max. Just breathe. I’m not going
to tell the staff anything other than your injuries. Just relax, buddy…Hurts…hurts…why…why am I…so…stupid..? *max’s eyes close*
Carlos: *looks at Angie* Give me my labcoat.
And see how soon we can get that ambulance.Angela: Okay, Daddy! *gets his coat from the
grass and then runs off to see David and Gwen.*Carlos: *starts to gently pull up Max’ hoodie,
which is soaked with water* I’m sorry it hurts, buddy. Open your eyes, stay
with me. I’m going to try to keep you from getting too cold now.*max’s breathing is getting slower* *he shivers violently*
*gets the blue hoodie off and drapes the
labcoat on him, tucking it in under his body.* It’s okay, Max. It’s going to be
okay. You’re safe…
The Perfect Scientist 