Tim. The moment his name comes up, Max knows this is going to be a capital-P Problem. She sits up in the dark of her tent, trying to both absorb what Sans is saying and figure out what the proper response would be. Not breathing, rigid, in the woods. Why would Sans think to call Max? She's not even friends with Tim.
She can't seem to say that, though... because of the event? Normally that would annoy her to no end, but right now there are more important things. Things that Max can't help with, because she's literally that one slow teen who never even finished high school. She doesn't know the first thing about first aid or medicine.
"I'm sorry, Sans, but-" there's nothing I can do. The words won't come out. She mouths them without sound, a disconcerting feeling at best. The cold October air seems to press in around her and creep up her spine.
God damn event.
It takes a second to regain her composure. Then it's adult-mode on, because there's a life at stake. "Where exactly?" She stands and throws on a jacket and shoes even as she leaves the tent, phone pressed to her ear all the while. "And how long has it been? How many minutes?"
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She can't seem to say that, though... because of the event? Normally that would annoy her to no end, but right now there are more important things. Things that Max can't help with, because she's literally that one slow teen who never even finished high school. She doesn't know the first thing about first aid or medicine.
"I'm sorry, Sans, but-" there's nothing I can do. The words won't come out. She mouths them without sound, a disconcerting feeling at best. The cold October air seems to press in around her and creep up her spine.
God damn event.
It takes a second to regain her composure. Then it's adult-mode on, because there's a life at stake. "Where exactly?" She stands and throws on a jacket and shoes even as she leaves the tent, phone pressed to her ear all the while. "And how long has it been? How many minutes?"