A/N~ Hey guys so I'm back with a second chapter for you. I just wanted to make it clear that I didn't write for Max to always hear these voices and stuff. It's just where he'd been going through a rough time and had a mental breakdown. So I just wanted to make that clear. But omg I did so much research.
3:35am
There Max was. Lying in the white bed, in the middle of the white room, in the ICU. Room 324. He had a tube snaked up his nose and multiple IVs in his arms. Hank was sitting beside the bed, running his hand through his son's thick, brown hair.
Phoebe had never seen her father so distraught. Especially over Max. Her mother she expected but her father? Who would've thought she'd see the strongest man in the world cry. She saw a slim, blonde Doctor enter the room.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Caroline King, is this the family of Maximus Thunderman?" She spoke. Her voice was kinda of raspy.
"Um, yes." Barb said while trying to wipe her tears.
"Well, Maximus is for the most part stable. We're going to keep a very close eye on him after what we've seen with him in the past hour. We'll take good care of him, I promise." Dr. King put her hand on Barbs shoulder to assure her that he'd be okay.
Notes:
*arrived and settled in ICU at 2:23am
*overdose of unknown medication
* unconscious since arrived
* IV: Acetadote, Cetylev
* heart rate: current: 84 arrival: 113
* oxygen level: without ventilator: 56% with ventilator: 97%
* blood pressure: 147/98
*bleeding in gastrointestinal tract (possible need of surgery)
*Went into cardiac arrest at 2:45am
*seizure at 3:15am
*Currently stable
Files:
1. Demographic information
Name: Thunderman, Maximus Octavius
Date of birth: 2/17/2000
Age: 16
Weight: 163lbs
Height: 5"8
Blood type: O negative
Super abilities: super intelligence, telekinesis (strong), heat breath, ice breath, thunder sense, skilled in hand-to-hand combat
Guardianship: Hank and Barb Thunderman
School/work: Hiddenville high school
Grade (if available): 10
Residential area: Hiddenville, Ohio
Emergency contact: parents
Zip code: 356736
2. Medical history
Prescribed Medications: Zoloft, Claritin
Diagnoses (physical):appendicitis (previously)
Allergies: Pollen
Fractured/broken bones: Skull, tibia , ulna, talus, two ribs
Speech: Normal
Sight: 20/20
Procedures: appendectomy, endoscopy
Psychiatric history: Avoidant personality disorder, borderline depression, obsessive compulsive disorder, frequent suicide thoughts, one attempt
Other: severe nose bleeds
3. Mental content
Obsessions: Being perfect. Being good at things he try's. Being a super villain. Getting attention. Being special and unique. Things going right. Room being clean.
Intelligence: high
Memory: decent
Behavior (describe): Immature. He often acts childish and gets in trouble more than the average teenager. Is quite impulsive. Usaully doesn't show emotion.
Social skills: Impaired
Attention: average
Fears/Phobias: Needles, the dark, showing weakness, being alone (emotionally/mentally)
Other: used to go to a therapist, iis convinced he's useless, has a belief that he is hated, has many (mostly irrational) insecurities.
4. Presented issue
Max had been feeling depressed and overdosed with a currently unknown drug. He's now in the intensive care unit. Before being treated he had high heart rate, low oxygen levels, and high blood pressure. (See notes for details) Also he's had a seizure and went into cardiac arrest. There has been internal bleeding and he has remained unconscious since time of arrival.
5. Note from Maximus to family
Dear family,
I'm really, really sorry. All I've done my whole life is screw everything up. I just broke everything I touched. And I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say besides that. I tried my best. I really never meant to hurt anyone or destroy everything in my path, that was before I wanted to be a villain anyways. But even then. I'm sorry I always ruined the fun. That when ever I was around the mood had to be bad. I know you didn't really ever want me. You meant what you said when you teased me. I knew you didn't like me because you always pushed me away. But it's okay. You don't have to put up with me anymore. But I want you to know that I love all of you. Even though I rarely ever said or showed it. I love you guys more than anything. And I'm sorry I was always being mean to you Phoebe. I'm sorry I told people you weren't my sister and I'm sorry that I made Link break up with you and I'm sorry for all the horrible things I did to you.
I'm sorry for being a bad person. I'm sorry Mom and Dad that I'm not the son you wanted. All I ever tried to be my whole childhood was the perfect kid (most of my life I tried to be a perfect person though). But I couldn't do anything right. I couldn't be a good hero, I couldn't make a friend, all I could do was make a good grade and now I can't even do that. I really did try my best. But no matter what I do I'll always be a worthless piece of shit with no point in living. So if you're wondering that's why I killed myself.
3:47am
Before Hank handed the letter to the doctor to put in the file, he let his wife read it. As much as he knew it would tear her to peices, she deserved to read what her son had written. And as he expected, Barb was distraught. How could he have thought about himself like this? And how could her baby think he was unwanted? My God, Max, has always felt like this. Barb felt so sick at thought of what her eldest has been going through.
Barb put her head on her husbands shoulder and softly cried again. It was supposed to be her job as a mother to make sure he was okay. And she failed at that. She let her baby think he was unloved and worthless.
"Hank, it's our fault." Her voice cracked when she spoke.
"I know."
