Max was in his room when he heard his sister's voice calling him.

"Max!" He groaned before calling back.

"Yeah?" The house got quiet, indicating that he had to go to her. He sighed as he walked over to the door. Pain rushed through him as black dots danced in his eyes. He gulped quietly as he shook his head.

"Max!"

"C-coming!" His voice had softened. He opened the door as the pain came back. He grabbed the doorframe as he stumbled.

"Max!"

"M-ay..." He trailed off instantly as he blacked out.

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May was impatiently waiting for Max to arrive in the kitchen. She had food ready for him.

"Max!" She called out for what felt like the thirtieth time. This time, there was no response. She paused. "Max?" She frowned as she went to his room. Max was laying on the ground, passed out. She panicked. "Max?!" She pulled her phone out as she checked for a pulse. She immediately called an ambulance when she felt one.

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Max felt himself waking up. A hand was placed on his. He opened his eyes, darkness greeting him. He couldn't hear his breathing, causing panic to rise within him. He tried to call out, not knowing if he was heard. The hand started to form signs in his hand.

<Max?> He bit his lip as he tried to speak. He signed back, just in case the words didn't come out.

<May?>

<Yeah.>

<Why... where?>

<Hospital.> He froze upon the word. Hospital. Why was he at the hospital?

<why? What...>

<you fainted.> That explained a lot.

<what's going on?> There was a pause.

<you... lost some of your important senses. Sight. Hearing. Voice.> The words echoed in his head. Why those three? <Max?> Something ran down his cheek. Arms wrapped around him as he bursted into tears. This was how he had to live. He moved his hand, trying to find hers. The hand touched his again.

<for how long?>

<as long as it takes. You... you could be like this for the rest of your life.>