This is my first fanfic, it's very far from the best, but I tried. Haha Maxwell was always the littlest bit clumsy. He tripped over his own feet, falling, scraping his arms and legs, watching the blood dribble down slowly from the wound. He knew nothing of healing wounds, he just... let them be. This resulted in several infections. Not properly cleaning the wound or anything else up the ladder. He decided to go to a high-end doctor, Dr. Wilson P. Higgsbury.