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Max whimpered, shifting to put his weight on the other with a whine. Hospital? No no no. âWeâll be there all night.â Max whined. âIâm fine- we can ice it at home? And then tomorrow we can go to the hospital. Iâm not dying.â But was Max clinging for dear life? Absolutely. He didnât even trust his eyes to see straight right now. âI promise Iâm okay. Promise promise promise.â He tried to smile, âThereâs going to be so many more people who need real help. I justâŚbumped my head.âÂ
Isak felt his heart lurch and constrict hearing such a pained sound from Max. Just the sight of his boyfriend like this was putting him into overdrive, feeling panic stricken and desperate to figure out how to solve this as quickly as possible so Max wouldnât be in pain for too long. âWell at least weâll get pain meds and help there..â he said, unable not to sound a little harsh in response to the protest. If the roles were reversed, Max would not let him go hime in a state like this. âIce it? Your ankle needs more than ice Max and you might have a concussion and need stitches I..â Isak felt overwhelmed but also torn. If he didnât push for the right decision here he would be feeling so damn guilty and stressed about how Max was doing later. âBut Max.. I just... we canât handle this all alone..â he bit his lip, torn between pushing some more and giving in and giving it an hour or so and then opting to push for the hospital again later.Â















