alright then! Lemme take this to the table so we can sit down. *he shuts off the water and takes the half-filled pot out of the kitchen*
Do you need me to look out again?
Yeah – just lemme know if I got the bottom of the pot over the edge of the table, yeah?
Alright.
*he heads for one of the tables.* Okay, here we are… tell me where I am, Max.
Lift it a little more and you should be good.
Alright *lifts the pot higher and slides it onto the table.* Okay – awesome!
*max put the pods on the table and stood on the bench to look in the pot* you got the timer?
*Carlos pulls out his phone and pulls up the app again* Yep – got it. Ready?
*he grabed one of the pods* yep.
Okay – Pop it in!
Cool. *max put the pod into the pot*
*Carlos starts the timer* So… hypothesis time. What do you think will happen with this? This is the control, but it’s still good to come up with a hypothesis.
I think it’ll probably pop faster since this is clean water.
Hmmm… interesting theory. We’ll just have to wait and see then, won’t we? *he smiles at Max*
*max nods looking in the pot* I,,, think it popped?
Huh? *peers into the pot* What, really? Huh… I coulda sworn it would have taken longer… *he picks up the other pod and gently pokes at the membrane, trying to gauge how thick it is*
Yeah I’m pretty sure some soap shit is comin’ out.
And yeah… it’s coming out. Wanna wait a second before we drop in the second one?
Yeah. What’s the time?
Oh! Um… nearly a minute. About… about fifty-three seconds. The water isn’t particularly hot, is it? *he touches it* Oh – it’s warm. Damn… I should have used cold, like the lake water. Oh well.
We could get ice. Make it colder.
Yeah, sure. We still have one pod left, so let’s get it done right. I’ll go grab a bucket of ice. *he stands up to head back to the kitchen*
Alright, cool.
*carlos rummaged around in the kitchen a bit before coming back out with a pitcher full of ice.* Here we go.
Don’t put all of it in at once.
Yeah… I think i’ll start with maybe half of it, or a third… see where the temperature is after that.
Start with a small amount. We can’t make it warmer without starting over.
*smiles at Max* Okay – how about you decide how much to put in, then. *he sets the pitcher on the table for Max*
*max takes a small handful of ice and puts it in the the pot* let’s try that first. Hey maybe we could get some salt and try another thing.
Uh…. what sort of thing, Max?
Like holding salt and ice togeather, that sorta thing. Neil says it sucks and I kinda wanna try it.
No – NO! Absolutely not – you’re not going to do that! *clears his throat* Um, I mean…. don’t. Don’t do that. At all. Never do that, Max. I cannot stress my meaning when I say don’tdo that ever.
You’re no fun.
Neither are third-degree burns, Max. Please, just… trust me on this one.
I thought Neil was the other Science Camp kid – why the hell did he do something like that? Er, heck. I meant heck.
*max shrugged* kid’s do stupid shit, man. I don’t make the rules.
Ugh… *though he couldn’t argue with that.* How is Neil? Did he end up okay?
Yeah, he’s fine.
That’s good to hear. I guess I gotta talk to Angie about not doing that sort of stuff, since I’m thinking about it… *he picks up his phone to make a note on it*
There’s another thing I thought of but I forgot so,,
Another thing? What do you mean, Max?
I dunno. I forgot what it was.
Then… why did you mention it if you forgot? Is it along the lines of the salt and ice thing?
Max…. Max, you don’t look good. I… Please, please, please, tell me – did you eat something you shouldn’t have?? I know I just went through this with you but… but humor me, okay?
*he glanced away, muttering* a-an anon made me, okay? but i’ll be fine in abit..
Yeah, it will be because I’m taking you to the hospital! *he picks up the kid and carries him to his car* Max, if you have to throw up then don’t be afraid to do it. Your body needs to get all that wax out and fast. *he opens the back door of the car and puts Max in a seat.*
*he groaned, wrapping his arms around himself* do we really need to go to the hospital? can’t i just die peacefully at camp?
You’re not going to die. It’ll take time before the crayons get to the intestines – but we need to get you to the hospital and get them out before they cause a blockage. *Carlos put a seatbelt on Max and hurried to the driver’s seat* Hold on, Max – you’re going to be okay!
*he leans his head aganst the window, glancing at Carlos* it’s just going to be some huge bill… what can i say to convince you not to go to the hospital? *coughs* it take me like.. five to ten minutes to die Carlos, even that would suck less the a hospital…
I don’t care about the cost, Max – you’re worth it! And it won’t take ten minutes – death from intestinal blockage would take longer. We’re just gonna get that wax out of you and be done with it!
*long groan* how do you even get wax out of a body..?
I… Well, Max, you could throw it up yourself. But if you’re unable to do that, the hospital can pump your stomach. It’s… it’s where they empty it before anything has a chance to get into the intestines.
eww… *sighs* … what if they’re too late and some did get in my intestines? *slightly worried look*
I… I don’t know. But I don’t think we’re too late. I mean… I’m not a doctor or anything, but as a scientist my, uh… my educated guess is that we’re not too late. Hang in there, Max. Um… if you need to throw up at all then… then tell me.
*nods, glancing at Max through the rear-view mirror* Hang on, buddy. We’ll be there soon. *he puts in ‘hospital’ in the navigation for his car and he follows the directions*
*he just stared out the window, internally trying to calm himself down as he whinced softly*
*it feels like forever for Carlos, but finally he was pulling up to the small-town hospital. He found a parking spot and he hops out before going to help Max. He undoes Max’ seatbelt and holds his arms out.* Put your arm around my neck, Max – I’ll carry you in, okay?
*he hesitated before wrapping his arms around Carlos’ shoulder, seemingly shaking more as he looked at the hospital* i-is this going to suck..?
*’yeah, the stomach pump might!’ No.. no… terrible joke. He wasn’t going to say that one.* Let’s hope it’s not as bad as it could be, Max. But we’ll see how it goes. I got you here quickly, so that’s good. *he picks up Max, shuts the car with his knee before locking it and carries Max to the automatic doors.*
*he nods slightly, finally calming down abit* y-yeah… j-just promise me one thing? j-just don’t leave me.. *coughs* fuck-
I’m gonna be with you, Max, I promise. *he walks in and goes up to the receptionist, quickly explaining the emergency.*
t-that’s good.. at least one thing about this doesn’t have to suck..
*Max was brought to the back right away and was put on a gurney with Carlos sitting beside him. Carlos was given some paperwork to fill out… but Carlos frowned at it.* Max… I don’t know anything about your medical history…
m-medical history? eh.. it’s mostly just broken bones… i think i got my stomach pumped before this though.. oh yeah, there was also that car crash a few monthes ago *coughs* how long is-is this going to take?
Not too long… they’re gonna get you checked out pretty quick to see if the pumping is even needed. I… I guess I’ll just fill this out the best I can. Do you have any allergies, Max?
not that i remember.. wax poisoning hurts worse then any other form of poisoning i’ve ever had and i didn’t th-think that was possible… *he covers his eyes with his arm*
I don’t think it’s the poisoning… I think it’s just the heavy weight of unmalleable wax in your stomach. Your stomach tries to move and digest it, but it can’t. Crayons – Crayola ones at least – are made of animal fat, kind of like soap. But soap has more chemicals in it. At least it isn’t soap…
Max…. Max, you don’t look good. I… Please, please, please, tell me – did you eat something you shouldn’t have?? I know I just went through this with you but… but humor me, okay?
*he glanced away, muttering* a-an anon made me, okay? but i’ll be fine in abit..
Yeah, it will be because I’m taking you to the hospital! *he picks up the kid and carries him to his car* Max, if you have to throw up then don’t be afraid to do it. Your body needs to get all that wax out and fast. *he opens the back door of the car and puts Max in a seat.*
*he groaned, wrapping his arms around himself* do we really need to go to the hospital? can’t i just die peacefully at camp?
You’re not going to die. It’ll take time before the crayons get to the intestines – but we need to get you to the hospital and get them out before they cause a blockage. *Carlos put a seatbelt on Max and hurried to the driver’s seat* Hold on, Max – you’re going to be okay!
*he leans his head aganst the window, glancing at Carlos* it’s just going to be some huge bill… what can i say to convince you not to go to the hospital? *coughs* it take me like.. five to ten minutes to die Carlos, even that would suck less the a hospital…
I don’t care about the cost, Max – you’re worth it! And it won’t take ten minutes – death from intestinal blockage would take longer. We’re just gonna get that wax out of you and be done with it!
*long groan* how do you even get wax out of a body..?
I… Well, Max, you could throw it up yourself. But if you’re unable to do that, the hospital can pump your stomach. It’s… it’s where they empty it before anything has a chance to get into the intestines.
eww… *sighs* … what if they’re too late and some did get in my intestines? *slightly worried look*
I… I don’t know. But I don’t think we’re too late. I mean… I’m not a doctor or anything, but as a scientist my, uh… my educated guess is that we’re not too late. Hang in there, Max. Um… if you need to throw up at all then… then tell me.
*nods, glancing at Max through the rear-view mirror* Hang on, buddy. We’ll be there soon. *he puts in ‘hospital’ in the navigation for his car and he follows the directions*
*he just stared out the window, internally trying to calm himself down as he whinced softly*
*it feels like forever for Carlos, but finally he was pulling up to the small-town hospital. He found a parking spot and he hops out before going to help Max. He undoes Max’ seatbelt and holds his arms out.* Put your arm around my neck, Max – I’ll carry you in, okay?
*he hesitated before wrapping his arms around Carlos’ shoulder, seemingly shaking more as he looked at the hospital* i-is this going to suck..?
*’yeah, the stomach pump might!’ No.. no… terrible joke. He wasn’t going to say that one.* Let’s hope it’s not as bad as it could be, Max. But we’ll see how it goes. I got you here quickly, so that’s good. *he picks up Max, shuts the car with his knee before locking it and carries Max to the automatic doors.*
*he nods slightly, finally calming down abit* y-yeah… j-just promise me one thing? j-just don’t leave me.. *coughs* fuck-
I’m gonna be with you, Max, I promise. *he walks in and goes up to the receptionist, quickly explaining the emergency.*
t-that’s good.. at least one thing about this doesn’t have to suck..
*Max was brought to the back right away and was put on a gurney with Carlos sitting beside him. Carlos was given some paperwork to fill out… but Carlos frowned at it.* Max… I don’t know anything about your medical history…
m-medical history? eh.. it’s mostly just broken bones… i think i got my stomach pumped before this though.. oh yeah, there was also that car crash a few monthes ago *coughs* how long is-is this going to take?
Not too long… they’re gonna get you checked out pretty quick to see if the pumping is even needed. I… I guess I’ll just fill this out the best I can. Do you have any allergies, Max?
Max…. Max, you don’t look good. I… Please, please, please, tell me – did you eat something you shouldn’t have?? I know I just went through this with you but… but humor me, okay?
*he glanced away, muttering* a-an anon made me, okay? but i’ll be fine in abit..
Yeah, it will be because I’m taking you to the hospital! *he picks up the kid and carries him to his car* Max, if you have to throw up then don’t be afraid to do it. Your body needs to get all that wax out and fast. *he opens the back door of the car and puts Max in a seat.*
*he groaned, wrapping his arms around himself* do we really need to go to the hospital? can’t i just die peacefully at camp?
You’re not going to die. It’ll take time before the crayons get to the intestines – but we need to get you to the hospital and get them out before they cause a blockage. *Carlos put a seatbelt on Max and hurried to the driver’s seat* Hold on, Max – you’re going to be okay!
*he leans his head aganst the window, glancing at Carlos* it’s just going to be some huge bill… what can i say to convince you not to go to the hospital? *coughs* it take me like.. five to ten minutes to die Carlos, even that would suck less the a hospital…
I don’t care about the cost, Max – you’re worth it! And it won’t take ten minutes – death from intestinal blockage would take longer. We’re just gonna get that wax out of you and be done with it!
*long groan* how do you even get wax out of a body..?
I… Well, Max, you could throw it up yourself. But if you’re unable to do that, the hospital can pump your stomach. It’s… it’s where they empty it before anything has a chance to get into the intestines.
eww… *sighs* … what if they’re too late and some did get in my intestines? *slightly worried look*
I… I don’t know. But I don’t think we’re too late. I mean… I’m not a doctor or anything, but as a scientist my, uh… my educated guess is that we’re not too late. Hang in there, Max. Um… if you need to throw up at all then… then tell me.
*nods, glancing at Max through the rear-view mirror* Hang on, buddy. We’ll be there soon. *he puts in ‘hospital’ in the navigation for his car and he follows the directions*
*he just stared out the window, internally trying to calm himself down as he whinced softly*
*it feels like forever for Carlos, but finally he was pulling up to the small-town hospital. He found a parking spot and he hops out before going to help Max. He undoes Max’ seatbelt and holds his arms out.* Put your arm around my neck, Max – I’ll carry you in, okay?
*he hesitated before wrapping his arms around Carlos’ shoulder, seemingly shaking more as he looked at the hospital* i-is this going to suck..?
*’yeah, the stomach pump might!’ No.. no… terrible joke. He wasn’t going to say that one.* Let’s hope it’s not as bad as it could be, Max. But we’ll see how it goes. I got you here quickly, so that’s good. *he picks up Max, shuts the car with his knee before locking it and carries Max to the automatic doors.*
*he nods slightly, finally calming down abit* y-yeah… j-just promise me one thing? j-just don’t leave me.. *coughs* fuck-
I’m gonna be with you, Max, I promise. *he walks in and goes up to the receptionist, quickly explaining the emergency.*
t-that’s good.. at least one thing about this doesn’t have to suck..
*Max was brought to the back right away and was put on a gurney with Carlos sitting beside him. Carlos was given some paperwork to fill out… but Carlos frowned at it.* Max… I don’t know anything about your medical history…
alright then! Lemme take this to the table so we can sit down. *he shuts off the water and takes the half-filled pot out of the kitchen*
Do you need me to look out again?
Yeah – just lemme know if I got the bottom of the pot over the edge of the table, yeah?
Alright.
*he heads for one of the tables.* Okay, here we are… tell me where I am, Max.
Lift it a little more and you should be good.
Alright *lifts the pot higher and slides it onto the table.* Okay – awesome!
*max put the pods on the table and stood on the bench to look in the pot* you got the timer?
*Carlos pulls out his phone and pulls up the app again* Yep – got it. Ready?
*he grabed one of the pods* yep.
Okay – Pop it in!
Cool. *max put the pod into the pot*
*Carlos starts the timer* So… hypothesis time. What do you think will happen with this? This is the control, but it’s still good to come up with a hypothesis.
I think it’ll probably pop faster since this is clean water.
Hmmm… interesting theory. We’ll just have to wait and see then, won’t we? *he smiles at Max*
*max nods looking in the pot* I,,, think it popped?
Huh? *peers into the pot* What, really? Huh… I coulda sworn it would have taken longer… *he picks up the other pod and gently pokes at the membrane, trying to gauge how thick it is*
Yeah I’m pretty sure some soap shit is comin’ out.
And yeah… it’s coming out. Wanna wait a second before we drop in the second one?
Yeah. What’s the time?
Oh! Um… nearly a minute. About… about fifty-three seconds. The water isn’t particularly hot, is it? *he touches it* Oh – it’s warm. Damn… I should have used cold, like the lake water. Oh well.
We could get ice. Make it colder.
Yeah, sure. We still have one pod left, so let’s get it done right. I’ll go grab a bucket of ice. *he stands up to head back to the kitchen*
Alright, cool.
*carlos rummaged around in the kitchen a bit before coming back out with a pitcher full of ice.* Here we go.
Don’t put all of it in at once.
Yeah… I think i’ll start with maybe half of it, or a third… see where the temperature is after that.
Start with a small amount. We can’t make it warmer without starting over.
*smiles at Max* Okay – how about you decide how much to put in, then. *he sets the pitcher on the table for Max*
*max takes a small handful of ice and puts it in the the pot* let’s try that first. Hey maybe we could get some salt and try another thing.
Uh…. what sort of thing, Max?
Like holding salt and ice togeather, that sorta thing. Neil says it sucks and I kinda wanna try it.
No – NO! Absolutely not – you’re not going to do that! *clears his throat* Um, I mean…. don’t. Don’t do that. At all. Never do that, Max. I cannot stress my meaning when I say don’tdo that ever.
You’re no fun.
Neither are third-degree burns, Max. Please, just… trust me on this one.
I thought Neil was the other Science Camp kid – why the hell did he do something like that? Er, heck. I meant heck.
*max shrugged* kid’s do stupid shit, man. I don’t make the rules.
Ugh… *though he couldn’t argue with that.* How is Neil? Did he end up okay?
Yeah, he’s fine.
That’s good to hear. I guess I gotta talk to Angie about not doing that sort of stuff, since I’m thinking about it… *he picks up his phone to make a note on it*
There’s another thing I thought of but I forgot so,,
Max…. Max, you don’t look good. I… Please, please, please, tell me – did you eat something you shouldn’t have?? I know I just went through this with you but… but humor me, okay?
*he glanced away, muttering* a-an anon made me, okay? but i’ll be fine in abit..
Yeah, it will be because I’m taking you to the hospital! *he picks up the kid and carries him to his car* Max, if you have to throw up then don’t be afraid to do it. Your body needs to get all that wax out and fast. *he opens the back door of the car and puts Max in a seat.*
*he groaned, wrapping his arms around himself* do we really need to go to the hospital? can’t i just die peacefully at camp?
You’re not going to die. It’ll take time before the crayons get to the intestines – but we need to get you to the hospital and get them out before they cause a blockage. *Carlos put a seatbelt on Max and hurried to the driver’s seat* Hold on, Max – you’re going to be okay!
*he leans his head aganst the window, glancing at Carlos* it’s just going to be some huge bill… what can i say to convince you not to go to the hospital? *coughs* it take me like.. five to ten minutes to die Carlos, even that would suck less the a hospital…
I don’t care about the cost, Max – you’re worth it! And it won’t take ten minutes – death from intestinal blockage would take longer. We’re just gonna get that wax out of you and be done with it!
*long groan* how do you even get wax out of a body..?
I… Well, Max, you could throw it up yourself. But if you’re unable to do that, the hospital can pump your stomach. It’s… it’s where they empty it before anything has a chance to get into the intestines.
eww… *sighs* … what if they’re too late and some did get in my intestines? *slightly worried look*
I… I don’t know. But I don’t think we’re too late. I mean… I’m not a doctor or anything, but as a scientist my, uh… my educated guess is that we’re not too late. Hang in there, Max. Um… if you need to throw up at all then… then tell me.
*nods, glancing at Max through the rear-view mirror* Hang on, buddy. We’ll be there soon. *he puts in ‘hospital’ in the navigation for his car and he follows the directions*
*he just stared out the window, internally trying to calm himself down as he whinced softly*
*it feels like forever for Carlos, but finally he was pulling up to the small-town hospital. He found a parking spot and he hops out before going to help Max. He undoes Max’ seatbelt and holds his arms out.* Put your arm around my neck, Max – I’ll carry you in, okay?
*he hesitated before wrapping his arms around Carlos’ shoulder, seemingly shaking more as he looked at the hospital* i-is this going to suck..?
*’yeah, the stomach pump might!’ No.. no… terrible joke. He wasn’t going to say that one.* Let’s hope it’s not as bad as it could be, Max. But we’ll see how it goes. I got you here quickly, so that’s good. *he picks up Max, shuts the car with his knee before locking it and carries Max to the automatic doors.*
*he nods slightly, finally calming down abit* y-yeah… j-just promise me one thing? j-just don’t leave me.. *coughs* fuck-
I’m gonna be with you, Max, I promise. *he walks in and goes up to the receptionist, quickly explaining the emergency.*
Carlos was startled that someone had actually gotten up to see him after… whatever that mess was that was in his head. He felt awful, having woken her up. “Oh, uh… Sorry. I… It’s okay. Everything’s okay. You, uh… you should go back to sleep.”
Of course, Luci smiled.
The girl was in a land of a carefree life. At the moment at least.
Sleep can take you to a wonderful land of dreams, yet those dreams can be poisoned with negative emotions and thoughts if not handled correctly. Luci knew that. It was basic knowledge for the young girl, since she experienced it multiple times before.
Luci had nodded, smiling at the thought of going back to sleep, back to a land where currently, things were blank.
“Stop saying sorry. It was my will to come check on you..”
“I know it was, Luci,” Carlos told her with a kind smile. “But wandering around at night out here can be a little dangerous too. I mean… You wouldn’t wanna fall in the lake at all, would you?” He inflected the last sentence with a humorous tone, to show he was completely teasing.
He grabbed his phone and shook hit, bringing on the flashlight and shining it in front of him.
“Did you wake Angela, by any chance?” he asked her.
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