A New Kind of Love~ (Max X Reader Part 2)

A "Small" Injury

   Y/N's POV

   "And...done!" I concluded, taping the last piece of metal to finish Max's and I's makeshift waterslide.
We thought that it would be a brilliant idea to make a slide that started at the top of Max's roof and ended on the ground. The plan was that the person riding would fly into a trampoline that was situated a bit away.
Hint: It wasn't a good idea.
"Hold on! I'm moving the trampoline!" Max said, grunting in between every few words. I looked at him, and he was hauling the trampoline so that it would be in line with the slide. Once he was done, he wiped his forehead that had beads of sweat accumulating on it. "Whew. Done."
"You ready?" I asked, rubbing my hands together.
Max nodded, a devious smile on his face. "Oh hell yes."
"You wanna go first?" I asked Max, playing with the strings on my f/c hoodie.
I could tell that Max was a bit nervous that something would go wrong, because he began playing with his fingers and stuttering. "Um...see...I-I...y-you go first. L-ladies first..."
I chuckled and nudged Max. "What? Ya scared~?"
Max rolled his eyes, his cockiness and his "whatever" attitude coming back. "Pfft. I'm not scared."
"Then how about you go first?" I smirked, patting Max's poofy hair.
Max sighed impatiently. "Like I said, ladies first."
I groaned and climbed a ladder that was situated by the front door. "Fine, you freaking baby."
Once I reached the top, I crawled to the slide, as I didn't want to fall. Once I got there, I sat on it, not moving.
I looked down, seeing the terrain below me that I had been standing on seconds from then. I gulped, gripping the sides of the slide. Max crossed his arms and grinned evilly. "What? Ya scared?"
"Shut up..," I muttered, staring at my shoes. (They were Vans. :>)
I looked up at Max, and he sort of looked taken aback by my scared expression and response. But he shook it off and sighed. "Come on. Don't be a baby. Nothing's gonna happen."
After a bit of silence, I bit my lower lip and said, "Fine. But if I break my wrist or some sh-"
"You won't."
"-then I'm blaming you," I finished.
Max stuffed his hands in his pockets and closed his eyes in annoyance. "Fine."
I inhaled and exhaled, then pushed myself down the slide.
It was all hunky-dorey at first; the slide held me up just fine. (Which was surprising, considering that it was flimsy pieces of metal that were supporting me.) A smile even stretched across my face about halfway down the slide.
But then, I got to the end.
I began to fly off, pretty confident that I would land on the trampoline.
No such luck.
Because the slide ended at a kind of high spot, I flew over the trampoline. I swear everything happened in slow-motion. It felt like I was slowly gliding towards the ground.
Once I was about a foot from the ground, everything sped up again. I landed on the grass that was on the other side of the trampoline. I landed on my wrist because it was sort of curled inwards.
I immediately screamed. "Holy freaking hell," I heard Max mutter. However, it was kind of muffled. I was too absorbed in my own pain, if ya know what I'm sayin'.
Max came up to me and began putting my wrist in several positions and asking things like, "Does this hurt," and stuff like that.
I always answered yes.
"Uh oh," Max breathed. "This doesn't sound good. "DAVID! WE NEED YOU!"
***
   Fast forward a bit, and I was getting taken away by an ambulance. Max and David rode with me to the hospital, and David was just lecturing us about being so careless the whole time, while Max was being unusually quiet.
   "You guys both know very well that building a slide yourselves was not a very smart idea," David scolded. He wouldn't shut up.
   "David," I croaked, "can you please be quiet? I sort of am in a lot of pain..."
   David immediately realized what he was doing and face-palmed. "Oh, golly. You're right, Y/N. I'll just be quiet now."
   "Thank God for that," I heard Max mutter.
   By that time, we had arrived at the hospital. I was immediately sent to a room, so we didn't have to go through that annoying process of checking in or some crap.
   Once we got to my room, they gently situated me in the hospital bed. "The doctor will be with you shortly," one of the paramedics smiled. It was one of those forced smiles. Like she didn't care if you were gonna need a thousand stitches in your head. She had more pressing matters to attend to.
   And with that, she walked out of my room, the other paramedics trailing just behind her.
   Silence rang throughout the room. The only sound I could hear was the faint ticking of the red second hand on the hospital's old-fashioned clock.
   Finally, Max spoke.
   "How're you feeling?"
   I don't know why, but being in a lot of pain makes me feel irritable. "Wow. I'm feeling just peachy, thanks," I mumbled, rolling my eyes. "I'm immobile at the moment and my wrist feels like someone chopped it off, but other than that, today can't gat any better."
   Max rolled his eyes back. "I'm serious, Y/N."
   I shrugged. "I dunno. Not great, if you want the truth."
   Max nodded nervously, and began tapping his foot on the ground.
   "It's okay, gang!" David's chipper voice made me feel annoyed. "Let's tell some jokes to make each other feel better!"
   Max and I both let out low groans.
   Then I began digging into my hoodie pockets with my good hand, searching for my phone.
   No piece of electronic was in my pocket.
   "No!" I whined. "I left my phone at home!"
   Max scoffed. "Oh, shut up. The doctor's here, anyways."
   Sure enough, a fellow with bright green eyes, light brown hair, and a scrawny build came waltzing into the room. He wore an all-white suit that doctors wear, and had a stethoscope wrapped around his neck.
   "Well, hello, Miss. Y/N," he said. To my surprise, his voice was very deep and manly.
   "Hey," I responded.
   "We're gonna do some X-rays on ya, is that okay, hun?"
   The fact that he called me "hun" kinda weirded me out, but I shrugged it off. "Yeah. Sure."
***
   After laying still for about 15 minutes, I was back in the room, waiting for the results of the X-rays.
   "Gosh, I hope you're gonna be okay..," David mumbled quietly.
   Max was staring down at his shoes. He gulped and nodded.
   I chuckled. "Come on, guys. I didn't get into a car accident and am in a coma! I might have a broken wrist, that's all. And that's worst case scenario."
   Max and David nodded.
   The doctor came in with a bunch of X-rays, an expression that seemed like he was pitying me on his face.
   "What is it?" I asked tiredly.
   "I'm afraid you have a broken wrist. You hit it just right, I guess."
   I shrugged. "Just an excuse to stay out of school for a few days."
   The doctor turned his attention toward Max and David. "She needs rest. She will be staying overnight, since she has to get surgery and a cast."
   The surgery part kinda scared me.
***
   "Count backwards from 10," a nurse instructed me, putting a "drug mask" on my face. (Well, that's what I call it.) "In your head, of course."
   I began doing so, and the last number I remember saying is 8. After that, I fell asleep, due to the amount of drugs that they were inserting into me.