There came a time in a man’s life where he’s reached his limit and needed a drink. Unfortunately for Max… that time has not come; well the drinking part, not so much reaching his limit. Boy was he fucking there.
Gwen was incorrigible. And not in a fun and cheeky way like Max could be, but in a way where her bad habits stacked up in a light that put more work on Max’s shoulders than he liked. In fact, Max preferred no work on his shoulders, having being used to sloughing it off to a happy David, all too willing to assist with camp activities.
With David out of commission on Max’s orders, he and Gwen were the only ones wrangling the children into some semblance of order while working at fun summer campy activities.
God he hated his job; he hated David even more for getting sick.
Wasn’t it illegal? Or breaking some oddly phrased clause on Campbell’s worker’s contract while hiring? Max couldn’t recall, nor did he want to. With a sigh he’d resigned himself to a fate worse than death itself as the hours dripped away into dusk and he had every excuse to pile the kids into their tents as the darkness became his friend.
Once he was assured that Gwen was- not sticking her nose in a book- doing her job, Max decided he may as well use the one man- that had been indirectly giving him hell all day- was doing.
“Tell me you’re still fucking breathing,” Max began as he’d closed the door behind him, flicking on the light closest to him with the back of his hand as he set down the few things he’d picked up from the mess hall on the way over. “I swear to God if you’re not, I will fucking drag you back from the grave myself.” This being said as Max was careful with both the coffee and the piping hot chicken noodle soup as he set it on the night stand.
the light flicked on and roused the young man from his sleep . if sleeping was shifting back and forth , throwing covers off his body to grab them again for warmth . david wanted to cry , his nose was sore and stuffed , a throbbing pain held strong on his temple ; and worst of all , he couldn’t be with the campers . a familiar voice echoed on the walls of his cabin and he broke into a smile . though , he groaned and sat up in bed, before promptly falling back down onto his pillow . he shut his eyes tightly , willing his room to stop spinning , and slowly opened them again . his arms had given out under him , he was too weak and exhausted to hold his own weight . david snorted , or at least tried to , the end result was halfway between a choke and a cough as he raised the blanket to his mouth to cover the germs .
❛ thank you , max . ❜ dropping the blanket from his hands , he looked over to the steaming noodle soup and coffee ; his stomach growled in want but his mind told him the coffee would be an awful idea with how scratched up his throat was from coughing and vomiting . he did reach out to grab the warm bowl and bring it into his lap . CAREFULLY . he raised the spoon to his lips and moaned in delight as the liquid soothed his aching throat .
❛ thank you so much . this is great but you can have the coffee , max . ❜
