CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Max also hated hospitals and doctors. He had had his share of medical care during his crazy years when he used to defy the odds and threw himself in daredevil adventures. Consequently, he didn’t like it when he lost control over his body, and a doctor would tell him what must be done.
The man didn’t mind seeing blood on someone else. He did hate the sight of blood when the blood belonged to him. He also wasn’t too keen about having his skin prodded and poked.
Impatient, Max waited for the doctor to arrive and paced the small space. Ariel had followed him in the treatment room and watched him moving to and fro.
“Does it hurt?” the woman asked him, noticing his nervous steps.
Max turned to her with an unreadable light in his eyes. He brushed his fingers through his hair
