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

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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…

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

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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.

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

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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…

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

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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…

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

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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.

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

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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.

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

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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.*

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

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

*max seems to be refusing to cough* *he weakly paws at Carlos’s hand*

David: *comes running* OH MY GOSH MAX!

C: He was in the lake! He’s not breathing! *still pushing on the kid’s chest*

*coughs weakly, but not enough to get any water out*

David: HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?! DID HE FALL IN? DONT WORRY MAX WE’LL HELP YOU! *points to angie* GET A FIRST AID KID!

A: Okay, David! *runs off toward the mess hall
to get the first aid kit*

C: He just – *stops and looks at the other kids*. I – yeah!
He fell in! Obviously! Help me get him breathing! There’s water in his lungs!

*max’s eyes flutter* *he coughs enough that he can make the words* didn’t…fall…tell…them…I..dare…you…

David: what? What’s going on!

C: That’s not important right now! God dammit,
Max! *pushes much harder on his tiny chest – could have broken a rib but he’s
trying to get the water out*

A: *running back with an old plastic first-aid
kit*

*max’s body spasms* n-no. Let…*cough* me…die…

C: *looks at David* You know how to do this
better, don’t you?

A: *sets the kit down by Max’ head and opens
it before moving so the adults could get to it easier.*

*max convulses on the ground* *his lungs are starting to shut down* l-let…die…please…

A: Daddy, turn his head so water can drain. He
needs air too!

C: *nods and turns Max’s head to the side *
David, c an you give him some air? I’ve got his chest.

_{^{((you’re playing David >w>}}

*max pushes everyone away* no…leave…it…

David: *does cpr* *idk how to describe that* max! Stay with us!

*Some kids are getting upset. Angie is
starting to cry and Carlos is just getting frustrated and teary*

C: Max, for the love of God, just cough!
Breathe for me buddy, please! *he’s surprised when teardrops fall down onto his
hands while he’s pushing on Max’s chest*

…stop…I’m…not worth…it *there are tears running down Max’s face*

David: MAX PLEASE! BREATHE!

C: YES YOU ARE! Yes you fucking are! Don’t die, Max! I don’t want you to die! Breathe, Max,
breathe!!

A: *Angie is so scared and crying* D-don’t
die, Max! P-please!

*some of the other kids are freaking out and
crying*

*Carlos puts his weight behind his arms and
gives one really hard push onto Max’ Chest – as hard as he could*

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

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

*max seems to be refusing to cough* *he weakly paws at Carlos’s hand*

David: *comes running* OH MY GOSH MAX!

C: He was in the lake! He’s not breathing! *still pushing on the kid’s chest*

*coughs weakly, but not enough to get any water out*

David: HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?! DID HE FALL IN? DONT WORRY MAX WE’LL HELP YOU! *points to angie* GET A FIRST AID KID!

A: Okay, David! *runs off toward the mess hall
to get the first aid kit*

C: He just – *stops and looks at the other kids*. I – yeah!
He fell in! Obviously! Help me get him breathing! There’s water in his lungs!

*max’s eyes flutter* *he coughs enough that he can make the words* didn’t…fall…tell…them…I..dare…you…

David: what? What’s going on!

C: That’s not important right now! God dammit,
Max! *pushes much harder on his tiny chest – could have broken a rib but he’s
trying to get the water out*

A: *running back with an old plastic first-aid
kit*

*max’s body spasms* n-no. Let…*cough* me…die…

C: *looks at David* You know how to do this
better, don’t you?

A: *sets the kit down by Max’ head and opens
it before moving so the adults could get to it easier.*

*max convulses on the ground* *his lungs are starting to shut down* l-let…die…please…

A: Daddy, turn his head so water can drain. He
needs air too!

C: *nods and turns Max’s head to the side *
David, c an you give him some air? I’ve got his chest.

_{^{((you’re playing David >w>}}

*max pushes everyone away* no…leave…it…

David: *does cpr* *idk how to describe that* max! Stay with us!

*Some kids are getting upset. Angie is
starting to cry and Carlos is just getting frustrated and teary*

C: Max, for the love of God, just cough!
Breathe for me buddy, please! *he’s surprised when teardrops fall down onto his
hands while he’s pushing on Max’s chest*

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

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

*max seems to be refusing to cough* *he weakly paws at Carlos’s hand*

David: *comes running* OH MY GOSH MAX!

C: He was in the lake! He’s not breathing! *still pushing on the kid’s chest*

*coughs weakly, but not enough to get any water out*

David: HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?! DID HE FALL IN? DONT WORRY MAX WE’LL HELP YOU! *points to angie* GET A FIRST AID KID!

A: Okay, David! *runs off toward the mess hall
to get the first aid kit*

C: He just – *stops and looks at the other kids*. I – yeah!
He fell in! Obviously! Help me get him breathing! There’s water in his lungs!

*max’s eyes flutter* *he coughs enough that he can make the words* didn’t…fall…tell…them…I..dare…you…

David: what? What’s going on!

C: That’s not important right now! God dammit,
Max! *pushes much harder on his tiny chest – could have broken a rib but he’s
trying to get the water out*

A: *running back with an old plastic first-aid
kit*

*max’s body spasms* n-no. Let…*cough* me…die…

C: *looks at David* You know how to do this
better, don’t you?

A: *sets the kit down by Max’ head and opens
it before moving so the adults could get to it easier.*

*max convulses on the ground* *his lungs are starting to shut down* l-let…die…please…

A: Daddy, turn his head so water can drain. He
needs air too!

C: *nods and turns Max’s head to the side *
David, c an you give him some air? I’ve got his chest.

_{^{((you’re playing David >w>}}