4-BROKEN

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You were walking around the Mess Hall with Emma.

"So what was it like there, in the hospital?" Emma asked you. "I-I mean, if you don't mind me asking..."

"no, i don't mind." you smiled. "it was... interesting... i sat in a room with pillows on the wall... i just... sat there. there was nothing to do... i got tested on, a lot. they put me on meds, they took blood tests, stuff like that. honestly, i think i got better on my own. i mean, yes, they did give me a serum, but other than that, i think it was mostly me in my efforts..."

"WOAH! What were the other people like? Was there anyone you knew? DID YOU WEAR ONE OF THOSE JACKET THINGYS THAT MADE IT SO YOU CAN'T MOVE YOUR ARMS-?"

"ok... no, i didn't wear a straight jacket, emma..." you mumbled. she frowned, looking a bit disappointed. 

"So..." She leaned in a bit closer as you two both sat down at a table. "What's going on with you and Max?"

"ugh..." you sighed. "i dunno..." 

"It's kind of odd. Before you arrived earlier today, Max was so axious to see you. But the second you show up, he starts screaming at you-"

"that's how it is... a neverending circle of me doing something "wrong" and him screaming at me. it's normal." you chuckled.

"That sucks... He is creepy when he's mad..." Emma admitted. You smiled and nodded.

"yep..." you giggled. "but i really don't want to talk to him until he calms down. things will fix themselfs i guess..." 

"Oh. Don't look now, but you should look now." Emma whispered to you as she gestured you to look to your right. You glanced over and saw Max looking at you. But once you two made eye contact, he looked away. You couldn't help but scoff.

"wuss..." 

"Wuss??? He could kick anyone's ass!" Emma admitted. "But then again, apparently you were a Woodscoutt for like half a year..." She took a sip from her water bottle. you nodded.

"i could totally take him in a fight..." you mumbled as you glanced at him. "little fucker even dares lay a motherfucking finger on me, i'm gonna punch him back to the stoneage..." Emma spat out her water and laughed.

"Ok I'm so using that insult now!" Emma smiled. "But for real. I honestly think that Max wouldn't do something like that. Would he do something like that to me? Probably. I am extreamly hatable... But you, psh! Nah you're off the hook."

"ok but you know if he dares touched you, i'm gonna snatch his weave and throw it back to the 1950's"

"You're amazing, Y/n."

"i know"

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