#kilg%re relapse. pain that throbs to the beat of ur heart? kilgore!!! could be!!!! only leaves you when you sleep?? could be as well!!!

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He was intimately familiar with the feel of it, rich red and liquid against the flesh of his hand. Still, Max studied his blood creeping up the IV tube—just backflow, the nurse had reassured him, very normal—with more than a little sense of unease.

Max had not wanted to be here in the first place. It was just headaches—was there anything more stupid to be admitted into the hospital for? And anyways, it was all J’onn’s fault he was here, the traitor. Apparently his telepathic skills extended to a partial sensitivity for mental pain. And now Max was sitting in this plastic chair in a hospital gown feeling stupid, with three different tube connecting thingys dangling out of his arm like computer wires. They had asked him earlier if he had had any piercings, shrapnel in his body or what, and he’d felt a perverse sort of pride in saying no, he didn’t think so, but he had been caught in the middle of combat before, seeing as he was manager of The Justice League, said with suitable pomp and audible Capital Letters; and then J’onn had given him a Look and Max had grumbled a little and said again, no, probably not.

im in hsopital