Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

cliche-ask-max:

the-perfect-scientist:

cliche-ask-max

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.

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