cliche-ask-max-deactivated20171:
Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?
//lol chill max//
David: okay…oh god…I’m a horrible counselor…I can’t even tell when one of my kids is upset…depressed, even…
No, son, no, you’re not horrible. You’re, what…
in your twenties? It’s okay. And Max didn’t want anyone to realize he was… so
upset. It’s not our fault, David.David: I’m going to go see him. Even if he’s asleep, I just wanna look at him…
Sure. *turns to open the door for David. Gives
him a small smile and steps aside so he could go in first.*David: *he gasps when he sees the small form of max, looking even smaller among the tubes and machines* oh max…
Max: *stirs and wakes up* d-David?
*shuts the door behind them gently* Hey buddy.
I gave him a call – I hope that’s okay.*he reaches out his arms* d-David.
David: *walks over and hugs the child gently*
*stands at the foot of the bed, just watching
them hug it out*David: max…I’m so sorry…
David…I did this…David…it’s all my fault…I scared everyone…I tried to…kill myself…
We got you out of the water and to the
hospital in time – that’s what’s important right now. The other kids will be
glad to know that you’re okay. *frowns* I… broke one of your ribs, Max, and
cracked a couple others. I’m sorry about that – I wish it was avoidable.Why…did you…save me?
*just looks at him with a sympathetic but
serious expression* You would have died, Max. I wasn’t going to let you die,
especially when I could do something. And… especially not when it was our talk
that triggered you.
The Perfect Scientist 