Yeah? I’m sure we can do that sometime. When you’re feeling better. Because it takes a lot of work to do it – arm work. You can’t skip arm day when you plan to make ice cream.
*he glanced around the room before sighing and nodding, hugging himself again* o-okay..
Okay. *Carlos picked up the call button and pressed it.*
*the nurse came in, did a couple tests and asked a couple questions before giving Carlos some pain meds, explaining that Max should take them every other day, and sending them on their way. Max was quiet through the whole ordeal, even as he was being wheeled out of the hospital and to Carlos’ car*
*Carlos helped get Max in the car and buckled him in. He got in the driver’s seat and they started on their way away from the hospital.*
*he looked out the window, glad he was out of the hospital finally* … can we stop for ice cream..?
*glances at Max through the rear-view mirror* Yeah, sure buddy. You sure your stomach can handle it?
*he nods slightly, glancing up at Carlos* y-yeah, i’m sure..
Okay. What kind do you want? Is soft-serve okay?
does soft-serve come in chocolate?
Yeah, it does. *smiles at him*
*he smiles back softly* then that..!
Alrighty. Is Wendy’s okay? It’s not like the usual soft-serve – it has a unique taste.
*he tilts his head slightly* who’s Wendy?
Oh, it’s a restaurant. We’ll give it a try – their frosties are good.
oh.. *he nods slightly* alright, is there one near here?
Yeah, there is. Probably. *He opens up the gps in his phone and nods.* Yeah, here we go. Heading there now.
*he smiles, happily kicking his feet* nice
*they made it to Wendy’s and Carlos ordered them each a frostie.*
*he looked out the window at the restrurant, didn’t look like a busy day* how is ice cream made?
Well, it’s made from cow’s milk. They churn cream together with some sugar and vanilla and other flavors and fillers until it’s a cream. Then, at least at this place, they put the cream in a machine that freezes it and makes it cold and icy.
*he glanced around the room before sighing and nodding, hugging himself again* o-okay..
Okay. *Carlos picked up the call button and pressed it.*
*the nurse came in, did a couple tests and asked a couple questions before giving Carlos some pain meds, explaining that Max should take them every other day, and sending them on their way. Max was quiet through the whole ordeal, even as he was being wheeled out of the hospital and to Carlos’ car*
*Carlos helped get Max in the car and buckled him in. He got in the driver’s seat and they started on their way away from the hospital.*
*he looked out the window, glad he was out of the hospital finally* … can we stop for ice cream..?
*glances at Max through the rear-view mirror* Yeah, sure buddy. You sure your stomach can handle it?
*he nods slightly, glancing up at Carlos* y-yeah, i’m sure..
Okay. What kind do you want? Is soft-serve okay?
does soft-serve come in chocolate?
Yeah, it does. *smiles at him*
*he smiles back softly* then that..!
Alrighty. Is Wendy’s okay? It’s not like the usual soft-serve – it has a unique taste.
*he tilts his head slightly* who’s Wendy?
Oh, it’s a restaurant. We’ll give it a try – their frosties are good.
oh.. *he nods slightly* alright, is there one near here?
Yeah, there is. Probably. *He opens up the gps in his phone and nods.* Yeah, here we go. Heading there now.
*he smiles, happily kicking his feet* nice
*they made it to Wendy’s and Carlos ordered them each a frostie.*
*he glanced around the room before sighing and nodding, hugging himself again* o-okay..
Okay. *Carlos picked up the call button and pressed it.*
*the nurse came in, did a couple tests and asked a couple questions before giving Carlos some pain meds, explaining that Max should take them every other day, and sending them on their way. Max was quiet through the whole ordeal, even as he was being wheeled out of the hospital and to Carlos’ car*
*Carlos helped get Max in the car and buckled him in. He got in the driver’s seat and they started on their way away from the hospital.*
*he looked out the window, glad he was out of the hospital finally* … can we stop for ice cream..?
*glances at Max through the rear-view mirror* Yeah, sure buddy. You sure your stomach can handle it?
*he nods slightly, glancing up at Carlos* y-yeah, i’m sure..
Okay. What kind do you want? Is soft-serve okay?
does soft-serve come in chocolate?
Yeah, it does. *smiles at him*
*he smiles back softly* then that..!
Alrighty. Is Wendy’s okay? It’s not like the usual soft-serve – it has a unique taste.
*he tilts his head slightly* who’s Wendy?
Oh, it’s a restaurant. We’ll give it a try – their frosties are good.
oh.. *he nods slightly* alright, is there one near here?
Yeah, there is. Probably. *He opens up the gps in his phone and nods.* Yeah, here we go. Heading there now.
*he glanced around the room before sighing and nodding, hugging himself again* o-okay..
Okay. *Carlos picked up the call button and pressed it.*
*the nurse came in, did a couple tests and asked a couple questions before giving Carlos some pain meds, explaining that Max should take them every other day, and sending them on their way. Max was quiet through the whole ordeal, even as he was being wheeled out of the hospital and to Carlos’ car*
*Carlos helped get Max in the car and buckled him in. He got in the driver’s seat and they started on their way away from the hospital.*
*he looked out the window, glad he was out of the hospital finally* … can we stop for ice cream..?
*glances at Max through the rear-view mirror* Yeah, sure buddy. You sure your stomach can handle it?
*he nods slightly, glancing up at Carlos* y-yeah, i’m sure..
Okay. What kind do you want? Is soft-serve okay?
does soft-serve come in chocolate?
Yeah, it does. *smiles at him*
*he smiles back softly* then that..!
Alrighty. Is Wendy’s okay? It’s not like the usual soft-serve – it has a unique taste.
*he tilts his head slightly* who’s Wendy?
Oh, it’s a restaurant. We’ll give it a try – their frosties are good.
*he glanced around the room before sighing and nodding, hugging himself again* o-okay..
Okay. *Carlos picked up the call button and pressed it.*
*the nurse came in, did a couple tests and asked a couple questions before giving Carlos some pain meds, explaining that Max should take them every other day, and sending them on their way. Max was quiet through the whole ordeal, even as he was being wheeled out of the hospital and to Carlos’ car*
*Carlos helped get Max in the car and buckled him in. He got in the driver’s seat and they started on their way away from the hospital.*
*he looked out the window, glad he was out of the hospital finally* … can we stop for ice cream..?
*glances at Max through the rear-view mirror* Yeah, sure buddy. You sure your stomach can handle it?
*he nods slightly, glancing up at Carlos* y-yeah, i’m sure..
Okay. What kind do you want? Is soft-serve okay?
does soft-serve come in chocolate?
Yeah, it does. *smiles at him*
*he smiles back softly* then that..!
Alrighty. Is Wendy’s okay? It’s not like the usual soft-serve – it has a unique taste.
*he glanced around the room before sighing and nodding, hugging himself again* o-okay..
Okay. *Carlos picked up the call button and pressed it.*
*the nurse came in, did a couple tests and asked a couple questions before giving Carlos some pain meds, explaining that Max should take them every other day, and sending them on their way. Max was quiet through the whole ordeal, even as he was being wheeled out of the hospital and to Carlos’ car*
*Carlos helped get Max in the car and buckled him in. He got in the driver’s seat and they started on their way away from the hospital.*
*he looked out the window, glad he was out of the hospital finally* … can we stop for ice cream..?
*glances at Max through the rear-view mirror* Yeah, sure buddy. You sure your stomach can handle it?
*he nods slightly, glancing up at Carlos* y-yeah, i’m sure..
*he glanced around the room before sighing and nodding, hugging himself again* o-okay..
Okay. *Carlos picked up the call button and pressed it.*
*the nurse came in, did a couple tests and asked a couple questions before giving Carlos some pain meds, explaining that Max should take them every other day, and sending them on their way. Max was quiet through the whole ordeal, even as he was being wheeled out of the hospital and to Carlos’ car*
*Carlos helped get Max in the car and buckled him in. He got in the driver’s seat and they started on their way away from the hospital.*
*he looked out the window, glad he was out of the hospital finally* … can we stop for ice cream..?
*glances at Max through the rear-view mirror* Yeah, sure buddy. You sure your stomach can handle it?
*he nods slightly, glancing up at Carlos* y-yeah, i’m sure..
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