*laughs* hell fucking no, dude
*he
wakes up, almost jolting upright, shoving Carlos’ hands away and
pushing himself back* n-no! *fear and panic clear on his til he slowly
realizes where he is**Carlos blinks at the kid, surprised, but he relaxes
slightly.* Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay… how are you feeling?… *he brings his knees to his chest, looking upset* i feel like shyt… where are we?
At the nurse’s cabin. I’m gonna call an ambulance – unless you’re
feeling okay enough for me to drive you to the hospital?*his eyes widen* h-hospital ? nononono no hospitals! *he scoots back on the bed*
*blinks* Max, buddy, you’re obviously deathly ill. And for
some asinine reason you had alcohol. You
have to be checked over.
The Perfect Scientist 