a hell called home (completed)

the i.v. and your hospital bed

david's pov

i started crying.
"no... max.... stay with me, max. i love you too. please..."

we were in the ambulance on our way to the hospital.
i was sobbing.
i grabbed max's hand. it was cold.

"max.... please, if you can hear me. i love you. please come home."

we arrived at the hospital.

timeskip to max's room

i wasn't going to leave his side. they told me that his heart rate was weak, but present. i heard it on the heart monitor. they told me that he had severe head trauma and it would be a miracle if he ever woke up.

i held his hand and sat there. i fell asleep thinking
he's my son... nothing could ever happen to him.

i woke up sometime later. gwen must've arrived while i was sleeping. i looked at her and looked at max. why can't i have any good things in life?

then there was a sudden noise. the heart rate monitors began beeping really quickly.
"NURSE." i shouted, waking up gwen.

then there was a flat tone.

a whole bunch of doctors raced in. one of which told gwen and i to stay outside. i started crying.

no, max... my son. he can't... he just can't...

i choked out a loud sob. gwen pulled me into a tight hug.
"he's max. he always pulls through. that's why he's such a pain in the ass." gwen told me.

then i heard a loud gasp and choking.

"MAX." i yelled, bursting into the room.

max was still in a coughing fit when i ran up to him and hugged him tightly.

"hey, camp man."

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