A Need For Sleeping Bags

by Ditto Redeaux

So I'm doing something a bit different than what I have been, I'm going to be doing these writing dump type of things, and the initial plans were to do something like drabble arcs, but that didn't happen, so this will be a story comprised of all different bits of pieces of varying length and styles and styles. This is starting off pre-series. Teen for now. R&R

6. Smart Enough Not to Ask

Read and Review my lovelies, read and review.

D.R.

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228 words~ Smart Enough Not to Ask

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"Michael!" It was Isabel's soft exclamation that dug into Max's consciousness. Suddenly he was yanked from his sleep induced state by a frantic "Oh my god, Michael! Max, get up!" and the feeling of Isabel climbing over him to get to the window as his eyes were invaded by the blinding glow of his bedside lamp. It took him a moment to adjust to the sudden flood of light. His best friend looked like shit; there was no doubt about it. He was covered in splotches of blood, bruises, and there was dirt smudged across one pale cheek. It was the way he was holding himself though that was more worrisome, that and the haunted look in his eyes. He looked like he was trying not to curl in on himself, and he was moving about gingerly which, given how Michael was, wasn't a good omen. He flinched when Isabel accosted him a short distance away from the window, nearly sending both of them to the ground. She was searching him for damages, when she ran a hand over a particularly dark bruise covering broken ribs, she gasped, "Max, go get mom! Oh my god, Michael, what happened?" Max had seen his friend come in with worse, but he was smart enough not to ask, not when the answer was so obvious after seeing it so many times.