What Max endures

Max removes the bandage from her forearm and cleans it. Kisses it too as he sees the red surrounding it. She won't have a deep scar and even that would eventually fade. He knew that it hurt like hell and he's slightly angry at her. She should have let him fall. He would have healed. He's also pleased that she put herself on the line for him. It also proves that she still cared for him. Max is also aware that she's a doctor, and contrary to the belief that doctors are mostly heartless, some do care- like her.

He knows it was her feelings for him and not the doctor in her that made her rush to him but still… He wrapped a loser bandage over her stitches and snuggled next to her on the bed. She'd been so tired that she slept away while he was still drying her with the towel. Now he had her in a pink t-shirt and shorts and he even put on a pair of socks on her cold feet. He never knew there would come a day when he would admire the artwork of nail polish but he does now.