Max prided himself on being the sibling anyone in the family could call at any time and he would be there as soon as possible. He wanted to be an unwavering support for his siblings, his parents, and do whatever he could to help them. It was no exception when Jorie had called him near the end of his shift at the hospital and he’d very much intended to leave work early due to a family emergency. That’s what he’d told everyone and was nearly out the door when they’d called him back as they’d just had an ambulance pull in and needed all hands on deck. Torn between two responsibilities but already physically present at work, he helped as quickly as he could and stayed until the patient was stable and then left them in the capable hands of the other doctors and rushed to Jorie’s with a basic kit since she hadn’t been super specific just that Charlie was sick. So when she opened the door he wasn’t exactly at his most put together either and figured he deserved her cut off question. “Sorry. There was an emergency just as I was leaving.” He explained anyway, figuring he needed to give her something as he walked in.
She was clearly distressed, which Max could understand as a parent, but her being panicked wasn’t going to do Charlie any favours. He put a hand on her arm. “Hey. Take a breath. We’ll figures out what’s going on with him, okay?” He gave her a reassuring smile and a slight squeeze then headed to Charlie’s room. “Hey, bud. I hear you’re not feeling well. Wanna tell me what’s going on?” He kept his tone light, not overly cheerful but friendly enough, as he approached the bed to do a basic assessment and listened for Charlie’s answer.
No two Dawson siblings are alike, and each member of their expansive family is a piece of the larger puzzle that is wholly unique; bringing something invaluable to the others. It’s been Marjorie’s opinion for a long time, however, that Max tends to be the one they all rely upon the most. He is, after all, the only doctor in the family. It’s undeniably a blessing for the rest of them, but for poor Doctor Dawson it might sometimes feel like a curse. “This is an emergency!” She counters, clearly not won over by her big brother’s perfectly reasonable explanation. The strong hand on her arm--comforting, surely, but only fleetingly so--is somehow not quite enough for this instance.
They make their way hurriedly into Charlie’s room, where the boy is huddled in a ball beneath his blankets. If the child even notices his mother and uncle’s presence, he doesn’t show it--he’s rocking himself back and forth, soaked through with a cold sweat. It isn’t until he feels Max’s touch that his attention snaps up, wide-eyed, like a startled animal. “He’s been like this for hours...” Jorie tells her brother, the edge of the mattress dipping as she sits down and reaches over to push the damp hair from her son’s eyes. “It’s okay, baby, Uncle Max is here...he’s gonna’ make you all better. Isn’t that right, Uncle Max?”
“Uncle Max, it feels like I’m gonna’ explode...” Charlie croaks; his voice tight in his throat. His pupils are blown wide, and his heart is racing.
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