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 convulses again* so…so cold…

*just rubs his shoulder.* Hang on, bud, they’re
coming. You’ll be fine. *looks at the other kids* Get out of the way so they
can park! Go to the mess hall or something!

Help…what…what was I…thinking…? I…didn’t want…this…I just wanted…it all…to stop…hurting…where’s pres…preston…? I want to…*he coughs violently* say…goodbye…

No no, buddy, you’re not going anywhere. EMTs
are coming to help!

*there was shuffling on the grass and Carlos
looked up to see the EMTs coming for them. They get to work and he tells them
what happened. There were no questions about suicide – no mention. Just work to
help Max and getting him stabilized.*

*max loses consciousness* nnn…

*things finally calmed down. They were at the
hospital. Carlos was sitting in a chair in Max’ room, tired and upset, but
ultimately relieved. This could have been really bad, and it was scary.*

_{^{((up to you if david is there too}}

*max stirs, waking up* I’m…sorry…

*looks up, shocked to hear Max’ voice. Gets up
from his chair and hurries over* Max – Max, hey! Hey, buddy, it’s okay. How are
you feeling?

Awful…I made everyone worry…I…hurt people…I only wanted to…hurt myself…I didn’t think…I didn’t want…*a few tears drip down his cheeks*

Shh… Hey, hey, hey, Max – it’s okay. You’re
safe now. You scared some people yeah, but you’re safe 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 convulses again* so…so cold…

*just rubs his shoulder.* Hang on, bud, they’re
coming. You’ll be fine. *looks at the other kids* Get out of the way so they
can park! Go to the mess hall or something!

Help…what…what was I…thinking…? I…didn’t want…this…I just wanted…it all…to stop…hurting…where’s pres…preston…? I want to…*he coughs violently* say…goodbye…

No no, buddy, you’re not going anywhere. EMTs
are coming to help!

*there was shuffling on the grass and Carlos
looked up to see the EMTs coming for them. They get to work and he tells them
what happened. There were no questions about suicide – no mention. Just work to
help Max and getting him stabilized.*

*max loses consciousness* nnn…

*things finally calmed down. They were at the
hospital. Carlos was sitting in a chair in Max’ room, tired and upset, but
ultimately relieved. This could have been really bad, and it was scary.*

_{^{((up to you if david is there too}}

*max stirs, waking up* I’m…sorry…

*looks up, shocked to hear Max’ voice. Gets up
from his chair and hurries over* Max – Max, hey! Hey, buddy, it’s okay. How are
you feeling?

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 convulses again* so…so cold…

*just rubs his shoulder.* Hang on, bud, they’re
coming. You’ll be fine. *looks at the other kids* Get out of the way so they
can park! Go to the mess hall or something!

Help…what…what was I…thinking…? I…didn’t want…this…I just wanted…it all…to stop…hurting…where’s pres…preston…? I want to…*he coughs violently* say…goodbye…

No no, buddy, you’re not going anywhere. EMTs
are coming to help!

*there was shuffling on the grass and Carlos
looked up to see the EMTs coming for them. They get to work and he tells them
what happened. There were no questions about suicide – no mention. Just work to
help Max and getting him stabilized.*

*max loses consciousness* nnn…

*things finally calmed down. They were at the
hospital. Carlos was sitting in a chair in Max’ room, tired and upset, but
ultimately relieved. This could have been really bad, and it was scary.*

_{^{((up to you if david is there too}}

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 convulses again* so…so cold…

*just rubs his shoulder.* Hang on, bud, they’re
coming. You’ll be fine. *looks at the other kids* Get out of the way so they
can park! Go to the mess hall or something!

Help…what…what was I…thinking…? I…didn’t want…this…I just wanted…it all…to stop…hurting…where’s pres…preston…? I want to…*he coughs violently* say…goodbye…

No no, buddy, you’re not going anywhere. EMTs
are coming to help!

*there was shuffling on the grass and Carlos
looked up to see the EMTs coming for them. They get to work and he tells them
what happened. There were no questions about suicide – no mention. Just work to
help Max and getting him stabilized.*

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 convulses again* so…so cold…

*just rubs his shoulder.* Hang on, bud, they’re
coming. You’ll be fine. *looks at the other kids* Get out of the way so they
can park! Go to the mess hall or something!

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…

*his eyes flutter open* d-don’t…leave…me…alone…

I’m not gonna, Max. I’ll be with you. You’ll
be fine. *he can hear sirens. Thank god.*

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.