*he was upset to see his hoodie in a rubbish bag but shrugged it off and got up* yeah, it has been awhile..
We’ll do that, then we can run the laundry at the mat.
*he nods slightly, forcing a small smile* o-okay..
How are you feeling? Can you… should you be standing up?
pppprobably not? but when’s the last time that stopped me..
Sit down, Max… we’re not in a hurry. Here… *he moves and picks up a plastic waterbottle, offering it to Max*
*he was upset to see his hoodie in a rubbish bag but shrugged it off and got up* yeah, it has been awhile..
We’ll do that, then we can run the laundry at the mat.
*he nods slightly, forcing a small smile* o-okay..
How are you feeling? Can you… should you be standing up?
Yeah… okay. Just… be gentle about it. Politely curious. Okay.
*Looks at the tent* Hey, uh… hey Max? It’s me, Carlos. @dedmaxsearchhistory
*he quickly signed a little ‘Max C’ in the corner with a smile* there!
Thanks a lot, buddy. I’ll treasure this, I promise.
*he chuckles, pocketing the crayon* thanks Carlos
Of course, Max. *He folds up the paper and puts it in his pocket for safe-keeping.* Oh – I just remembered something. I have something for you too – but I forgot to bring it. It’s still back in my mobile lab… damn.
*he was upset to see his hoodie in a rubbish bag but shrugged it off and got up* yeah, it has been awhile..
We’ll do that, then we can run the laundry at the mat.
Yeah… okay. Just… be gentle about it. Politely curious. Okay.
*Looks at the tent* Hey, uh… hey Max? It’s me, Carlos. @dedmaxsearchhistory
*he quickly signed a little ‘Max C’ in the corner with a smile* there!
Thanks a lot, buddy. I’ll treasure this, I promise.
*yeah pretty much, we could probably just skip the waiting part if you want-*
*Carlos couldn’t stand doing nothing. He bundled up Max in his bloody coat (Making sure to cover his face) and carried him back to his mobile lab. He lay Max down and began to clean and bandage his wounds as best as he could. He wasn’t going to go to the hospital with a “dead” child – people would have questions*
*as Carlos cleaned the stab wounds, he noticed how many other cuts and scraps Max had, most of which were on his arms… a few minutes after Carlos finished patching him up, he awoke with a gasp, shaking and panting softly as he looked around*
*Carlos was startled and he dropped the first aid kit he was putting away. He looked at Max with wide eyes and quickly rushed to his side.* Oh thank God! I was worried – are you okay, Max? How are you feeling??
*he put a hand over one of the stab wounds, taking a moment to look over the bandages* i.. i-i’m alright i guess, for just coming back from the dead *he chuckles slightly, glancing around* .. where are we..?
Oh – we’re at my mobile lab. I… I didn’t wanna just leave you there, or wait out in the open so… I brought you here to patch you up. I… I hope that was okay, Max… Sorry, I wasn’t able to ask.
*he rubs the back of his neck, glancing away* i-it’s alright.. i don’t think i’ve ever been to your camp.. *he looks down at himself* th-thanks for patching me up while i was.. away
I… had no idea about what else to do. There… were a lot more wounds than I was expecting.
*he frowned softly* oh… wh-where’s my hoodie..?
Oh, it’s… it’s over with my labcoat. *Carlos pointed to a rubbish bag with what looked like blood smeared on the inside* I… I need to go get some Oxyclean or something to clean all that. *He looked at Max* I guess some new clothes for you wouldn’t be a bad idea too, until these get clean.
Yeah… okay. Just… be gentle about it. Politely curious. Okay.
*Looks at the tent* Hey, uh… hey Max? It’s me, Carlos. @dedmaxsearchhistory
*he looked the drawing over before glancing away* where did you find it?
Like I said, someone threw it at me. I was at my camp site working on some samples I collected. It’s not from Angela – it’s not her drawing style.
well.. not that i really care cause it’s not mine, but what do you think about it?
*Looks at Anons with a ‘see what I meant?’ face* Well, I’m really flattered by it, honestly. I… I don’t get many drawings of myself. So… I’m happy that someone well enough of me to draw it.
*he holds back a smile, putting his hands in his pockets* well, i’m sure you’ll figure out who drew it sooner or later
I’m sure I will. They’re probably… right in front of me.
*a look of ‘oh shyt’ crossed his face as he glanced away* uhh.. what ?
Metaphorically speaking. Or… maybe not so metaphorically? *Carlos smiles at him. Nothing but kindness in his expression*
i.. *he sighed* yeah okay, i drew it, but it flew out of my notebook before it was done
, i wasn’t even sure if i wanted to show anyone..It… flew out? Ah… so I’m assuming the Grey-faces stole it from you. Okay. Did… did you want it back?
*he shrugs softly* i don’t really care, so you can keep it if you want..
*Carlos smiled at Max* Thanks, buddy. I’ll make sure to put it someplace safe when I get back to my camp.
*he smiles back* thanks..!
Thank you. Hey… do you wanna sign it real quickly for me?
*he glances away* i dunno.. i could probably grab a crayon
*Carlos smiles wider.* I’d like it if you would.
*he smiles back, quickly stepping into the tent for a moment before coming back out with a crayon*
*Carlos held out the picture for him*
*yeah pretty much, we could probably just skip the waiting part if you want-*
*Carlos couldn’t stand doing nothing. He bundled up Max in his bloody coat (Making sure to cover his face) and carried him back to his mobile lab. He lay Max down and began to clean and bandage his wounds as best as he could. He wasn’t going to go to the hospital with a “dead” child – people would have questions*
*as Carlos cleaned the stab wounds, he noticed how many other cuts and scraps Max had, most of which were on his arms… a few minutes after Carlos finished patching him up, he awoke with a gasp, shaking and panting softly as he looked around*
*Carlos was startled and he dropped the first aid kit he was putting away. He looked at Max with wide eyes and quickly rushed to his side.* Oh thank God! I was worried – are you okay, Max? How are you feeling??
*he put a hand over one of the stab wounds, taking a moment to look over the bandages* i.. i-i’m alright i guess, for just coming back from the dead *he chuckles slightly, glancing around* .. where are we..?
Oh – we’re at my mobile lab. I… I didn’t wanna just leave you there, or wait out in the open so… I brought you here to patch you up. I… I hope that was okay, Max… Sorry, I wasn’t able to ask.
*he rubs the back of his neck, glancing away* i-it’s alright.. i don’t think i’ve ever been to your camp.. *he looks down at himself* th-thanks for patching me up while i was.. away
I… had no idea about what else to do. There… were a lot more wounds than I was expecting.
Yeah… okay. Just… be gentle about it. Politely curious. Okay.
*Looks at the tent* Hey, uh… hey Max? It’s me, Carlos. @dedmaxsearchhistory
*he looked the drawing over before glancing away* where did you find it?
Like I said, someone threw it at me. I was at my camp site working on some samples I collected. It’s not from Angela – it’s not her drawing style.
well.. not that i really care cause it’s not mine, but what do you think about it?
*Looks at Anons with a ‘see what I meant?’ face* Well, I’m really flattered by it, honestly. I… I don’t get many drawings of myself. So… I’m happy that someone well enough of me to draw it.
*he holds back a smile, putting his hands in his pockets* well, i’m sure you’ll figure out who drew it sooner or later
I’m sure I will. They’re probably… right in front of me.
*a look of ‘oh shyt’ crossed his face as he glanced away* uhh.. what ?
Metaphorically speaking. Or… maybe not so metaphorically? *Carlos smiles at him. Nothing but kindness in his expression*
i.. *he sighed* yeah okay, i drew it, but it flew out of my notebook before it was done
, i wasn’t even sure if i wanted to show anyone..It… flew out? Ah… so I’m assuming the Grey-faces stole it from you. Okay. Did… did you want it back?
*he shrugs softly* i don’t really care, so you can keep it if you want..
*Carlos smiled at Max* Thanks, buddy. I’ll make sure to put it someplace safe when I get back to my camp.
*he smiles back* thanks..!
Thank you. Hey… do you wanna sign it real quickly for me?
*he glances away* i dunno.. i could probably grab a crayon
*Carlos smiles wider.* I’d like it if you would.
*yeah pretty much, we could probably just skip the waiting part if you want-*
*Carlos couldn’t stand doing nothing. He bundled up Max in his bloody coat (Making sure to cover his face) and carried him back to his mobile lab. He lay Max down and began to clean and bandage his wounds as best as he could. He wasn’t going to go to the hospital with a “dead” child – people would have questions*
*as Carlos cleaned the stab wounds, he noticed how many other cuts and scraps Max had, most of which were on his arms… a few minutes after Carlos finished patching him up, he awoke with a gasp, shaking and panting softly as he looked around*
*Carlos was startled and he dropped the first aid kit he was putting away. He looked at Max with wide eyes and quickly rushed to his side.* Oh thank God! I was worried – are you okay, Max? How are you feeling??
*he put a hand over one of the stab wounds, taking a moment to look over the bandages* i.. i-i’m alright i guess, for just coming back from the dead *he chuckles slightly, glancing around* .. where are we..?
Oh – we’re at my mobile lab. I… I didn’t wanna just leave you there, or wait out in the open so… I brought you here to patch you up. I… I hope that was okay, Max… Sorry, I wasn’t able to ask.
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