Toughen Up. (Max x Reader)

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YN P.O.V

I walked into the infirmary with Max in my arms. He shifted and opened his eyes. When he saw me he started to freak out.

"What the hell!? What's happening!?" I let the angry boy jump out of my arms. He glanced around and turned to face me, "Where are we!?"

I cross my arms, looking down at him, "You really don't remember?"

He took a step forward before stumbling again. Holding his arms out to try and balance himself, he looked up at me with slight fear.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" He asked slightly calmer then before. I frowned, sitting down on the ground in front of him. He sat down too, trying to avoid losing his balance again.

"I think you have a concussion," I mumbled, tilting my head whilst staring at him. Max raised an eyebrow, gesturing for me to continue.

I shook my head, replacing my frown with a smile. Standing up, I hold out my hand to Max.

He glares at and slaps it away, pushing himself up from the ground and holding the wall for assistance. Rolling my eyes I quickly grabbed his wrist and dragged him over to the bench.

He stumbled slightly, leaning on the bench when I let go of his wrist.

"Hop up on there, I just need to get a stool so I can actually reach the sink," I walked over to the closet at the other side of the small infirmary. Max climbed up onto the bench and sat next to the sink with his legs dangling off the side.

Dragging out a foldable stool, I place it in front of the sink and hop up on it.

Max sighed, watching as I grabbed a rag and wet it under warm water, "What are you doing now, idiot?"

Glancing over at him, I turn off the tap and hop off the stool, "Helping you."

I move the stool with my foot so it sat against the bench right below Max's feet. Standing back up on it carefully, I look up and see how close I am to Max's face.

He leans away instantly, gripping the edge of the bench. A pink colour tints his cheeks.

I roll my eyes, "Stop blushing, I'm not here to kiss you."

He avoids my gaze and scratches his neck. I raise an eyebrow, chuckling a little, "Oh my god, you're serious."

Max looks at me with a puzzled expression on his face, but it soon turns to anger. He opens his mouth to say something before he interrupts himself with a hiss of pain.

Brushing his fingers over the gash on his cheek, he unconsciously leans back forward.

Taking my chance, I pull his hand away from the cut and gently hold his chin, moving his head to get a better view.

"This... May sting a little," I say cautiously, pressing the cloth onto the wound lightly, holding it in place as Max shuts his eyes tightly in momentary pain.

Dabbing it along the rest of the cut, I pull the cloth away and take out a disinfectant wipe from the first aid kit next to Max.

"What's that?" Max asked, trying to get a better look at it but eventually failing due to me still holding his head in place.

"A unicorn. Hold still," Max grumbled under his breath but did as I said.

Quickly wiping the surface of the cut, I let go of his head for a second to get a bandage. I heard him mutter some curses as he went to touch his cheek, but I stopped him before he could.

Moving his head again, I gently stuck the bandage on the gash.

"All right kiddo, where else does it hurt?" I asked cheerfully, seeing as there were no more cuts on his face, just bruises and dirt.

Max glared at me, "I said don't call me kid."

"Well, I didn't, I called you kid-do, it's different," he kept glaring at me so I rolled my eyes.

"Fine. Ok Maxwell," he shifted uncomfortably when I called him that, "Where does it hurt?"

He awkwardly pointed at his stomach, but when I reached for the bottom of his shirt he slapped my hand away.

In response to my confused face, he crossed his arms over his stomach and glared at me.

"Ooh, I see. Well, you can check if there's any bleeding, ok?" He didn't seem very impressed by what I said, so I continued, "And if there is some, clean it with the cloth and the disinfectant wipe."

I turned around and hopped off the stool, walking a little ways away from him so he felt more comfortable lifting his shirt. I heard him mutter curses under his breath.

"You alright back there?" I asked, picking the dirt out from under my fingernails.

"Don't turn around!" He yells. I sigh, crossing my arms and tapping my foot slightly.

After a few seconds I hear Max hop off the counter, "I'm done."

Turning around, I see him go to put his hands into his hoodie pockets or something, before realising it wasn't there anymore. That reminds me, "Maxwell, come with me."

"What? Why?" He awkwardly fumbled with his fingers, despite not being uncomfortable nor nervous. I assumed he just had nowhere else to put his hands.

Rolling my eyes, I walk out and he follows behind.

"You're covered in dirt and you stink. So you're gonna take a shower then change into the uniform," I hear him groan behind me, and I smile.

I lead him into my tent - or - our tent, and grabbed the uniform that had been lazily tossed onto his bed by Pikeman. After giving him the uniform, I showed him to the showers and left him to himself.

I'll come back in twenty minutes or so, that should be enough time.

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