Another dadvid story

Chapter 3 Adoption

⚠️Mentions of abuse, fighting, hospital, swearing and terrible grammar⚠️

Max POV

I woke up in a bright lit room with my head bonding, like a hammer was hitting it repeatedly.

I tried to sit up so I could see where I was but I felt something lightly push me back down.

I could hear a muffled voice saying shit to me but I don't know what they were saying.

Suddenly the bright light dimmed and I could somewhat open my eyes fully and see where the fuck I am.

David POV

It has been 2 days since the fight happened and I'm steal healing from it. Max blacked out and his father was still beating him- The Miller's tackled him to the ground and the police showed up.

Max's mother didn't really try to fight back from the police

she just looked empty...

and dead....

The doctor told me Max had 3 bruised rubes, a fractured arm, some Bruises on his arms, legs, chest, and face and some cuts all over his body.... They said I'd take weeks maybe even months to fully heal.

I'm just super worried for him he hasn't woken up since the fight- I just have to think positive!

He'll be okay...

I just know it!...

Couple minutes go by

I was reading a book I'd brought when I heard groaning and movement

I turned to see max trying to open his eyes and then he's trying to sit up. I gently push him back down

"Max you can't get up right now....It's okay you'll be okay!..." I say to him, he doesn't seem to hear me and I can see he's struggling to open his eyes.

I called the nurse down here and I asked if she could dim the lights which she does.

Max POV

I open my eyes to see I'm in a fucking hospital I sit up only to immediately feel lots of fucking pain in my chest. I wince in pain

"Max?!" I look up to see David sitting in a chair next to me

"D-David?..."

"Oh my gosh max! Are you okay? Are you in pain? Do I need to call the nurse to get you more pain medication?" David starting rambling questions left and right as I looked at him in confusion as my own question ran through my head

he cares on how I feel?....

why is David even here!?

Why am I even here?

What the fuck happened!?

"Max?" David snapped me out of my thoughts "Are YOU okay?" "...I guess-" i say not knowing how to respond

"Max Ered's parents, Agent Miller and Agent Miller have the evidence they need to send them to jail....so you won't be going back with them again-" David says, I feel relief wash over me....

those fucking heartless bastards are finally gone-

"...Wait- what's going to have to me?..." I ask

am I going to another fucking nightmare family!? Will I just experience the same fucking pain over and over again?!...

"Well Max....you have two options- you will either go to an orphanage...Or" David says, he puts a hand on my shoulder "Stay with me"

"...W-What?..."

"Max, would you like to stay with me and have me adopt you?.."

"B-but why?"

"What do you mean max?..."

"Why do you want to adopt me after all I've done to you!? After all the horrible shit I put you through!? Why would YOU want to adopt someone like ME!?"

"I already told you max, Because I see you as my son..."

"..."

"...Max I love you, and I just want to make your life better then it was before. But I'm not going to force you into my life so it's up to you to decide. You can stay with me or be sent to an orphanage and hopefully find another happy family...."

"..." I think for a moment...

I think of all the memories David and I have shared during all those summers at camp...

he was the only person who seemed to care for me....

the only person I saw as a father figure....

Maybe it won't be so bad....

"David.."

"Hm?"

"I will stay with you"