Battle

MAX'S POV

"We're here now," my mom said, her voice steadier as she walked beside my stretcher. "You're in good hands."

As the ER doors were swung open with a sense of urgency that seemed to have matched the rapid sound of my heart racing, the whirl of lights and the blur of faces made the world seem like it was spinning to me. My stretcher was pushed through the controlled hallway of the hospital, with my mom and a team of doctors clad in white and they were all moving as one entity around me.

"We have got a live one here," one of the paramedics joked, to him, he was probably trying to cut through the tension as we entered the brightly lit trauma bay.

"Define 'live,'" I muttered through gritted teeth because I was still in pain and i earned a soft chuckle from my mom and a wink from the paramedic.

After what felt like an eternity of prodding, poking and being asked to rate my pain on a scale from 'one to stepping on a LEGO', they decided I was stable enough for a full on, body checkup