Adopted By Mithzan (Max)

How Do I get Better

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~Max's pov~

"Alright, Ross." I said, chuckling. "If Papa John's is what you want, I'll order it."

"Yay!" Ross said like a 3 year old.

I called Papa John's and ordered, and they said it would be done in 15 minutes, or less. 

~Time skip to Papa John's parking lot, Ross's pov~

I parked the car after 15 minutes of driving to Papa John's, and Max went in to buy the pizza and bring it out. I sat in the car talking and laughing with Tim, when Ada groggily woke up from her "nap". 

"Hey, sweetie." I said, chuckling. "Sleep well?"

"Mhm." She said, nodding her head groggily. "I don't feel good, though." 

I quickly turned around and put my hand on her forehead. It was burning up. I quickly looked over at Tim and whispered, "The pneumonia is kicking in again." 

Tim grew worried and so did I. It seemed that the pneumonia she had wasn't like anything they had ever seen before. She never had a whooping cough, did she? If she did, the paramedics would have informed us, wouldn't they? They would've said that's were the pneumonia came from, and that it could be treated. But they said she was born with it, and that it would grow worse over time. 

Max came out with the pizza, and automatically knew something happened. We pulled out the parking lot, and drove home. 

~Time skip with PAPA JOHN'S PIZZA, CUZ I AM A BOSS, Max's pov~

I unbuckled Ada as Ross took the pizza's inside. I picked Ada up and carried her inside. 

"Ada? Do you want to be in the living room or your room?" I asked, whispering. 

"I want to be in my room, Daddy." She said weakly. I carried her upstairs to her room and laid her in the bed. I tucked her in and asked if she wanted pizza. She nodded no and I walked back downstairs to eat. When I went downstairs, of course, we were going to watch anime. We each grabbed a slice of pizza and started eating it, laughing at the funny moments where they screwed up. 

Finally, after what felt like a marathon were we sat in silence, only laughing, Ross broke the silence and asked, "Max? What did the paramedics tell you when you talked to them in the kitchen when she first got sick?"

I looked over at Ross and said, "They told me she was born with it, and her birth parents did nothing about it." 

Ross's eyes grew worried, and I knew why. 

"I know. They told me that they couldn't treat it, but, it would only grow worse over time, and I think it has." I said, my eyes watering. I got up, did the dishes, and then walked to Ada's room. I knocked on the door. No response. 

"Ada? You asleep?" I asked. No response.

I opened the door and looked at Ada. She was barely breathing. 

"Ross! Tim! Get in here! NOW!" I screamed to downstairs, and Ross and Tim came running up, asking in unison what was wrong. When they saw Ada, they ran up to her. 

"The pneumonia-" Ross said, but stopped. 

"The pneumonia. What about it?" 

"Its- killing-" Ross couldn't seem to get the word Ada out of her mouth.

Ada started breathing again. This time at a regular pace. God let her live another day. She was weaker, but she could stand.