Much as Max wanted to stay by Dave's bedside, there were a lot of factors working against him. The clinic had been busy and chaotic when Maxxie finally came to and dragged himself upstairs from the caves. Adding another body to the fray seemed like a bad idea. Plus, Maxxie needed bed rest himself. Once he had gotten himself quickly checked over and assured himself that Dave was in good hands, Maxxie had collapsed on his own bed.
Every inch of him is sore the next day, and it takes a while to push his bruised body up the stairs of the Compound. He does have a slight smile on his face when he walks into the clinic though, because the sight of Dave awake -- if worse for wear -- is a great one.
"How are you feeling?" he asks before he's even through the door.
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Date: 2012-12-11 10:46 pm (UTC)Every inch of him is sore the next day, and it takes a while to push his bruised body up the stairs of the Compound. He does have a slight smile on his face when he walks into the clinic though, because the sight of Dave awake -- if worse for wear -- is a great one.
"How are you feeling?" he asks before he's even through the door.