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*stands there. He flinches once, nervously* @dedmaxsearchhistory

Maaaaaax…..?

*he looked sick and pale* whaaaaat..?

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.

*he nods, shaking slightly* a-alright… t-thanks Carlos..

*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…

w-w-wait, what?! soap’s made out of animal fat?! what the fuck! *he crosses his arms, glaring at the wall* that’s fucked up. don’t they know animals need their fat?

Well, we need animal meat too. So when an animal is slaughtered… it’s just basically killing two birds with one stone. *frowns at himself* Sorry – I shouldn’t be talking about that while you’re sick.

*he almost looked sicker then before

*and then time skip because bleh-*

*Max is in recovery and Carlos is signing paperwork, getting ready to check him out*

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Maaaaaax…..?

*he looked sick and pale* whaaaaat..?

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.

*he nods, shaking slightly* a-alright… t-thanks Carlos..

*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.*

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Maaaaaax…..?

*he looked sick and pale* whaaaaat..?

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.