𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐝 & 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 (M.V.)

25

Dyl's POV:

After some scolding from Theo, Flo, and Charles, for not telling them about my wrist, they took me to the doctor to get it checked.

"I swear I'm fine." I spoke as we walked in, Theo was holding my trophy and Charles had his hands on my shoulders. "Look, I can move it." I moved my wrist around quickly.

"Stop!" The three of them panicked and I jumped startled.

"Geez, alright." I raised my hands in fake surrender.

We walked towards the reception.

"Hello, Dylan Gonzalez is here to see Dr. Ferris." Theo spoke and the receptionist looked up at him.

"Of course." She smiled at him and looked at her screen. "Third door at your left." She replied looking back at him.

"Thank you." Theo smiled and then looked at us. He shook his head towards the hallway and we followed him.

"It's really not that necessary I'm feeling..." I started speaking as we walked.

"Dylan, can you stop being so stubborn for once and see the doctor?" Theo cut me off and I pursed my lips, turning them down.

"Fine." I accepted defeat.

"Come on Dylan, it's just a quick check up." Flo told me with a comforting smile as she knocked on the door.

"Come in." We heard the doctor's voice on the other side of the door.

Flo opened the door and we walked in. The doctor stood up from his large wooden desk and walked towards us to greet us.

"Dylan Gonzalez and company." He joked greeting us and extended his hand.

"Sounds like a band name." I chuckled softly going in to shake his hand.

"Hey." Theo stopped me. "No hand shaking, your wrist." He raised his eyebrows and I rolled my eyes.

"You're so dramatic." I glared at him.

"So Dyl, why don't you take a seat on the bed and I'll examine you." The doctor told me and I nodded walking towards the bed.

Suddenly we heard a loud thud. We all turned around and saw Theo placing the trophy on the doctor's desk.

"Sorry, it was getting heavy." He moved his arm, stretching it as he made a face of discomfort.

[...]

Max's POV:

I looked at Christian as I walked up the stairs.

"Max." He called me and I looked at him. "Whatever happens, we did what we could." He spoke, I noticed his rubbing the bracelet softly, he was nervous.

"It's going to go just fine." I spoke, trying to convince myself too. He pursed his lips on a smile.

"Go." He waved his hand and I nodded walking up the stairs quickly.

I got to the door at the top and took a deep breath. I exhaled trying to leave all the doubt behind and knocked.

"Come in." I heard his voice and opened the door walking in. "Max, I was waiting for your visit." He spoke and I pursed my lips on a smile.

I extended my arms and dropped them besides my hips.

"There you have it." I spoke referring to Dylan.

He leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows over the desk.

"Tell me Max, why should I take Dylan instead of someone like Lawson or Tsunoda?" He asked and I furrowed my brows.