Underneath the Stars (Max George FanFiction)

Chapter 24

PREVIOUSLY

Dear Kaitlyn,
Never mind, that sounds terrible

Dear Kait,
I know you hate it where you are, and I know that you probably hate me too because I made you go. I'm so sorry, Kait, but it's for your own good. I don't want you gone. I know what they'll say, and I know they'll give you meds, and I know you won't want to take them and claim they won't do anything, but it's 3 days. Can you do that? For me and Jack? Try to get better? Kaitlyn, I love you and I don't want you to go anywhere, except home where you belong. So, power through these 3 days, see what the doctor says, and then maybe you can come home, and we can try again? I can't wait to see you. You're beautiful face, your gorgeous eyes. Your blonde hair that falls so perfectly over your shoulders. To see your smile, and for it to be real, for the first time in months. I want you to tell me you love me. And I want you to kiss me and I want to hold you. So, please, get through these 3 days. Read this over and over, for 3 days. And then we can be happy, together.
Love Always,
Max

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Chapter 24

Underneath the Stars

I looked down at the paper, shocked I guess. Max never showed through actions that he still wanted to be together. This letter was as though it wasn't even him writing it. I sighed to myself folding it back up, sticking it in a pocket of the bag. Yes, I appreciated the letter, but it wasn't Max. That was the Max that existed when we were together. And now, that wasn't true and I hadn't seen him act like that in over a month. I changed for bed and crawled into my bed, pulling the blankets up, which were stiff as boards.

I laid looking up at the blank ceiling that matched the rest of the blank, drear room. Of course, thoughts swirled through my mind and I couldn't think of anything but Max. Yes, I was upset with him because that letter seemed like a bunch of bullshit. And for me to think that, shows how terrible I am and why I should have died. After about an hour of thinking about that damn letter, I fell asleep.

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The next morning Max woke up, hoping for good news. Jack woke up and decided he would go to McDonald's and bring back some pancakes for Max. He had been eating hospital food for the past few days, and so had Jack, both of them were sick of it. Sure, it wasn't the healthiest option, but it would be nice for Max to eat something other than the fake food that they try to serve to sick patients.

Max sat up in bed, already feeling better than he did in the past days. He got up and used the bathroom. As he washes his hands he looked into the mirror. A beard began to form around his face, but it was only stubble from not shaving. He had a few cuts that were beginning to scab over completely, and some bruises that were purple. He cringed at the mirror, hating the reflection. He sighed as he walked out and got back into bed.

Jack told him that he was going to get a semi-real breakfast for them. As he left the room a nurse walked in.

"Good news, your test results came back. Even better news, there wasn't anything traumatic and you can go home today," Nurse Riley said smiling.

Max's face lit up with a bright smile, he wanted nothing more than to be home. "What time can I leave?" He asked, eagerly.

She smiled at his eagerness, "You can leave at noon. Your brother and you both need to sign discharge papers and we have to fill a prescription for your headaches," she explained to him.

Max nodded, "Thank you," he said smiling at her as she left the room. Max was beyond happy and couldn't wait any longer for Jack to come back so that he could go home.