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Post by Tori on Sept 8, 2011 17:19:43 GMT -5
Max followed Shane, and grabbed each of the wrapping paper that he handed him, laughing at his sudden output. "Maybe she knew we'd be needing it soon." he joked, grabbing a box that he threw down next.
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Post by Mia on Sept 10, 2011 7:13:15 GMT -5
"My mom is a pack rat." Shane grumbled, tossing various objects out of his way, until he grabbed the boxes he needed. "Alright, let's--God!" Shane suddenly yelped when he cut his arm on a stray box. "Dammit!" He held up his arm, inspecting the wound, which was starting to bleed.
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Post by Tori on Sept 10, 2011 20:13:36 GMT -5
Max chuckled at Shane's comment, catching and dodging almost everything Shane tossed out of the way. He was about to follow Shane back up the stairs when he heard a sudden yelp of pain. He rushed back to Shane, looking over his arm as well. "Oh, shit! You okay, man?" he couldn't help but blurt out the first words that came to mind. He took a closer look at the wound and made a face. "Oo..Shane, that looks pretty deep. Come on, we gotta get that cleaned up." he finally said, tossing whatever was left in his hands on the floor, and led Shane back up the stairs himself to the bathroom to clean out the cut before it got any other bacteria in it than it already had.
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Post by Mia on Sept 11, 2011 16:05:11 GMT -5
Shane pulled away from Max, frowning. "I'm fine." He grumbled, even though it was practically dripping blood. With a sigh, he paused at the bottom on the stairs. "There's a bathroom down here. There's no need to go all the way up stairs."
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Post by Tori on Sept 11, 2011 16:15:16 GMT -5
Max frowned at his sudden outburst. Fine? he thought. How can he be fine when he's dripping blood on the ground? "Oh, okay." he said simply following him in the bathroom in case he needed any help cleaning up. Although from the last remark, Max expected Shane to shove him out of the bathroom next.
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Post by Mia on Sept 11, 2011 16:21:15 GMT -5
Shane trudged into the bathroom, yanking open the medicine cabinet and grabbing some alcohol. He cursed loudly, sucking in a breath through his teeth as he poured it on his wound, and then grabbed some tissue and stuck it on his arm. "Alright. Let's go." He knew he didn't do it right, but he didn't really care.
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Post by Tori on Sept 11, 2011 16:33:49 GMT -5
Max went ahead and stood back while Shane did this thing. Although watching him nurse his wound was just about as painful as it was having that kind of open wound itself. He thought about grabbing Shane and shoving him back in the bathroom as he started to leave, considering all he did with the wound was pour alcohol on it and pat down tissues, which was hardly anything at all. But, like the good guy Max was, not wanting to cause any more trouble, he simply nodded, and followed Shane back out to gather their things and start wrapping. "You sure your arm is going to be okay?" he couldn't help but ask, grabbing some wrapping paper and his gifts from the ground.
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Post by Mia on Sept 11, 2011 16:48:15 GMT -5
Truthfully, Shane's arm was throbbing in pain, but being the stubborn guy that he was, he would never admit it. Though his face was full of pain, he shrugged. "It's fine." He reached down with his good arm to grab a box and some wrapped paper, cursing when the movement caused him pain.
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Post by Tori on Sept 11, 2011 16:52:55 GMT -5
There was no way Max believed Shane for a second, but if he said he was fine, then so be it. He was sure Shane would get some real help sooner or later. "Alright then." he said with a light sigh. "So are we going upstairs to wrap these then? Or staying down here in the dim light?"
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Post by Mia on Sept 11, 2011 17:02:04 GMT -5
Shane shrugged, the pain growing bad enough so he couldn't talk for a second. "It-it doesn't matter." He silently cursed at his stuttered, closing his eyes for a second and squeezing the top of his arm as the pain grew bad again.
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Post by Tori on Sept 11, 2011 17:13:13 GMT -5
Max watched as Shane clutched his arm again in pain. His eyes showed concern for him, but he still said nothing. If Shane wanted help, he would ask for it. But once he stuttered the answer out to Max, his face growing more in pain than before, Max couldn't take it. He had to help. "Come on, Shane, we have to get this cleaned up. Properly." he said in a stern voice, setting his stuff down again to pull Shane back into the bathroom, and have him sit on the lid of the toilet while he got the proper things out of the cabinet. Alcohol, cotton swabs, a wrap for later, anything that he could find in that one downstairs bathroom.
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Post by Mia on Sept 11, 2011 17:23:27 GMT -5
Shane muttered a protest as Max pulled him into the bathroom, but he knew that his arm would only get worse without proper treatment. He plopped onto the toilet, holding his arm out for Max to treat it. "This is how me and Naomi met." he said suddenly.
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Post by Tori on Sept 11, 2011 17:29:38 GMT -5
Max had already started treating Shane's wound, by disposing the old tissue that Shane had already soaked in blood and began dabbing the wound with the cotton pads with alcohol poured on it. After letting the alcohol set in the wound for a bit, watching it fill up with bubbles, he took a clean dry towel and dabbed it dry before beginning the wrapping of it. It was what Shane said then that made Max look up at him with confused eyes. Though, he couldn't help but make a small tease out of it. "What, you met Nai while you were on the toilet?" he shook his head from the small laughs then, and waved his hand slightly showing he was just messing with him.
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Post by Mia on Sept 11, 2011 17:34:13 GMT -5
Shane winced as Max treated his wound, gritted his teeth to keep from making noise. "No!" the answer came out louder than he meant since pain shot through his arm again. "I meant that I had broken my wrist when we met, and she forced me to let her help me."
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Post by Tori on Sept 11, 2011 17:44:54 GMT -5
Max nearly jumped at Shane's yelp, but instead his head flinched upward. "Oh?" he said, finishing wrapping Shane's arm, tight enough, but not too tight either. He gave Shane some breathing room once he was finished to put away the first aid supplies before turning to ask again, "Wait..so she had to force you to let her help you? Why force?" his tone was growing more curious now.
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