MaxNeil Oneshots

We'll get through this

This isnt really a "maxneil" oneshot but it includes it sooooooooo

Trigger/feels warning

Warning: PTSD is a real mental illness. If you have any mental problems please seek the proper help. Don't take medications you don't need.

Disclaimer: I do not have this issue myself, I have done a slight amount of research so i hope all details are realistically correct. This chapter is not making fun of this issue, it is a very serious condition that shouldn't be taken lightly.

No P.O.V.

David tapped his fingers nervously on the wooden table. This was the moment he'd been waiting for. Tension swarmed the quiet, overcrowded room. "From the incredible amount of devotion and care from David Evergreene (im not creative)...," David's throat tightened as the judge motioned to him, "it is my great pleasure to grant full custody of Max Kollie...to David Evergreene!" The jury cheered as the small boy hopped from his seat and ran towards the tall man. David scooped him up and cried happy tears. From across the room, he heard and annoyed scoff as Jennifer and Marcus Kollie aggressively left the room, not before Max flipped them off, of course. David couldn't stop smiling as he held his son.

After 2 months of non-stop work and fighting, they did it. Finally, Max could have a life he deserved. Gwen ran up, also in tears, and pulled them into a group hug. Even Max couldn't deny the moment and hugged back. "How about celebratory ice cream?" David asked. Max nodded eagerly. David looked in the rear-veiw mirror of his car. Max clutch his teddy bear as he gazed out the window, visibly happy. Gwen was in the seat beside him, basking in their victory. Later, when they got to David's house, after they dropped Gwen off at her own, Max hesitated before the front door. "Max," David snapped the boy from his thoughts as he looked to the tall man, "welcome home."

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Over the next few weeks, they settled. School was approaching quickly, and David was determined to make sure that Max had everything he needed to have a good start. It just so happened that Neil lived a few blocks away, and Nikki lived across town. They even had the two over a few times for sleepovers. But, with the happy things, there were a few downsides. David noticed how jittery and jumpy Max was, and was surprised he hadn't noticed it sooner. Max was also having problems with bad dreams. The first few weeks, he was afraid to bother David about it, but later, he was spending almost every night in the older man's room.

David would have to wake him up every so often because of his uncontrollable shaking. He's even screamed a few times. David was growing worried and was becoming aware that Max simply could be not ok. He scheduled a doctor appointment for Max and hoped for the best. The next day, on the way to the hospital, Max was not happy. He was fine. Why did he have to go there instead of going to Neil's house? They gave Max a normal physical and, besides a couple scars on his back, well on their way to healing, and being slightly malnourished, he was perfectly fine. David knew how to fix those problems, those were easy.

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A female doctor existed the small room, where Max sat on a crimson leather couch. She motioned David, who had been waiting nervously outside the room, to follow her. After they were a decent distance away, she addressed him in a low voice. "Brilliant boy you have," she said quietly. "Thank you...," David knew that she wanted to discuss something based on her body language. "He is very strong-willed, a go-getter..." David nodded once again. "But, I'm afraid he shows symptoms of post traumatic stress disorder, more commonly known as PTSD. More tests are required to gain a proper diagnosis, but from what I've seen, I have no doubt. David was silent. Just what had those sick f*cks done to him!? "Please find out," the red head managed.