@pinextreexdad
He was tired, but.. Well, that wasn’t anything unexpected, right? Every day around the camp was just stupidly exhausting anyway. And he hadn’t been sleeping well lately either, anyway. But.. No, this was different. Very different, but Max was refusing to show it. He could handle himself after all, he always had.
At least.. That was until he collapsed. He’d wandered off on his own, as he so often did. And he had a plan. Something that involved a catapult and the platypus, or so he’d told Nikki and Neil. But.. Now out of sight of everyone.. It was getting to him.. Not just the summer heat, but.. Illness, too.. And he collapsed now, somewhere between the activities field and the amphitheatre.. And he’d gotten paler in the last couple days.. Paler, and now he was sweating, his breathing coming in short, quiet rasps.. He was sick.. Very sick.. And he’d hidden it for days..







