A Flower For Max (ON HOLD)

CHAPTER 2

"What the hell were you doing with my sister!" The loud outburst resounded in the air-conditioned hospital room as Max marched to the bed of the young man lying in it.

A rush of footsteps followed him, accompanied by the pleading and reprimanding voice of the doctor who had updated him on Alyssa's condition a second ago.

The petite nurse who had been tending to the wounds of the patient jumped back in fright at the sporadic invasion, dropping the cotton wool she'd been using. Her eyes widened on beholding the dark look that had claimed the face of the man legging it towards where she stood by the bed. Instinctively knowing that she would be on receiving end of the storm he was obviously about to unleash if she stood in his way, she hastily ducked out of the way.

But Maximilian's had just one person in his radar: the blond man in the bed.

The patient, engaged in a feeble chitchat with the nurse to divert his mind from the events of the night, froze in bewilderment at the sudden aggressive approach. He shrank into the sheets as his predator towered over him. And then, with a sudden swoop, big hands descended on the neckline of the scratchy hospital gown he'd been forced to change into, in a tight grip. One that cut the oxygen flow to his lungs, causing his mouth to fall open as tiny gasps of horror escaped him.

"Who the hell are you, and what the fuck were you doing with my sister?!"

Max's deep voice cut through the room, slicing through the voices of the doctor and nurses trying to foil his actions.

Wondering if they could calm this explosion, the two nurses who had rushed in after the doctor exchanged quick, startled glances.

Max could feel their hands on his arm and shoulders forcing him back, but he stood relentless, breathing over the frightened dumb fuck as invisible smoke puffed out of his ears and nostrils.

"You will give me a fucking answer, you dimwit!," he hissed through clenched teeth, seemingly disgusted when the man sputtered an incomprehensible answer.

"Sir this is a hospital and you're being very disrespectful and inconsiderate towards our patient!" In the distance, he heard the doctor dole firmly.
"Sir I'm afraid you'll have to leave if you do not show a modicum of decency towards our patients as well as the hospital rules!"

Strong hands settled on his and triumphantly removed them from the neckline of the young man's gown. He was led away from the bed.

Seething, he shrugged off their hands and raised his hands as if in surrender, flexing his fingers. The glaring red he'd been seeing earlier faded and gathered into cool rage. A drop of sweat slid down the side of his forehead and stopped at the hood of his brow.

He paced around the doctor and nurses trying to calm him, finally stopping at the foot of the bed and slamming his hand on the bedpost. "Pray to whatever power you believe in, that because of your foolishness, nothing damaging happens to my sister. You wouldn't want to know what would happen if things don't work out."

With a swift turn, he flounced out of the room, the doors swinging shut behind him. In the vibrating silence of the room, his words left behind an ominous chill that caused the nurses to shudder, and the petrified patient to rethink his life decisions.

Out in the hallway, he fisted his hands, strongly desiring to slam something. He turned abruptly and nearly pushed over the doctor who had followed him out into the corridor. Irritation pulled his eyes closed. He inhaled deeply, nearly gagging as the nauseating smell of disinfectant and medicine swirled up his nostrils.

Fuck.

"You have absolutely no right to treat any patient in this hospital with the lack of respect and insensitivity you just showed!" the doctor hissed, jaw firmly set. "It's either you abide by the rules or you'll be shown out by security. You may be whoever you are, but over here -"