Max Kepler Injury Novels & Stories

His arms go tightly around her, and he gently kisses the top of her head. “Let’s find Maxim,” I whisper, and Monroe points to a cell. I quickly run forward but stop dead in my tracks when I see Maxim. He is shivering, and sweat is running down his face. He is bruised, beaten and has a disgusting wound on his thigh. I am not a pack doctor, but it is clear the wound is infected, and he has a dangerous fever. “Kane, Axel,” I mind link him. “We have a problem. Maxim’s hurt, and there’s no way in hell he’s walking out here on his own.”

"Baby, please, I want to apologize." Still no response. Max knocked again and again, until he was exhausted. After nearly an hour of knocking and calling, Max succumbed to the dizziness and cold from the rain and the exhaustion from pushing the motorcycle. He slumped on the floor, leaning against Ken's door, only to realize that his feet were soaked in his own water, and the water was reddish. Max stared at his torn jeans and the blood flowing from his knee, which had been scraped by the asphalt when he fell. His right elbow also stung, now having a cut there as well.

" I am so sorry about that. I know your loss and pain I understand it ." " Thank you . " " What triggered Max?" ' I don't know but I wish I had said yes to your brother." " He misses you so much ." " I thought he had a thing with Marc Jasper." "Not that I kow of because he is back with his ex." "Maxwell had been going out with his ex and to top it off, we've been struggling for the past two years to fall pregnant Cleo because of previous trauma . " I reached out my hand and she held it and gave her a tissue because she was looking at me with unshed tears .

So that Damian's wounds heal quickly. “I already told Damian, if you get hit by that lash again. You may need treatment. I know you don't want me to say this in front of them, but I have to!” Max looked at Damian with a sigh. Then looked at Key, the girl looked healthier than when she met last night. "Are you all right?" Key nodded when Max asked, "Okay doc, thanks for helping me last night!" "Can we talk? BOTH OF ONLY!” Key looked at Max who immediately came out, he looked at Damian and also Joshua who also immediately pulled him. Even though Key was sure Damian seemed to want to say something to him. But because of Joshua, he finally gave up.

Kevin nodded slowly, then stood beside her, joining her in gazing at the sun slowly rising. "I'm sorry," he finally said, his voice low. "About yesterday. I didn't mean to. But... still, because of me, Rafael fell and got hurt." Aurora turned to Kevin, then shook her head with a faint smile. "That's part of the game, Kevin. Especially soccer. Injuries are common, and Rafael isn't the type to blame anyone for something like that. Besides, it's just a minor injury. In two weeks, he'll be able to walk without a cane."

They just wanted to be propped up with pillows. Zeke was a little embarrassed, looked at Alex, then at Big Ken, and hesitated for a while before finally saying, "Sorry, I was overpowered by my competitive spirit, so I didn’t listen to your advice and underestimated the opponent. This injury is nothing, but this experience is a reminder and I think it's worth it. It's just that I almost foiled the plan, so I must apologize to you guys."

“He’s just always around you, it’s as if he is trying to get you back.” “Well, he did admit to me that he does want to break up our relationship,” I told him and he just took a sip of his beer. “He’s always been a dreamer,” I said and Kevin didn’t respond. “So what was the emergency at the hospital?” I asked him as I tugged his necklace. “Nothing big, Moose just needed me to cover in for him,” he said and I nodded. “How's Max? I haven’t seen him in forever,” I asked and he shrugged.

"It's a lot darker than you think," Si grunted. "So, how's the shoulder? Heard it might be kind of gimpy." Anger rose up in Max at the mention of his injury. It had ruined his career as a SEAL, and talking about it made him want to throw something. Or hit someone. "Doesn't hurt my fishing," he snapped. "Hey, hey, hey." Si held his hands up, palms outward. "Just asking. I have the same kind of problem. Wrecked my back and just could not come back from it. Killed me with the SEALS."

He asked, his voice laced with a hint of irritation. "He's fine," I insisted, my voice low. "Can you just continue, please?" My gaze snapped to Hero, irritation simmering beneath the surface. I knew I'd likely have to do as he said, but his sudden anger over a simple medical examination was infuriating. It was as if he thought the doctor was some sort of pervert, not a professional trying to assess my injury. I rolled my eyes, the gesture barely perceptible. This was ridiculous. His warm, gentle hands moved over my knee, probing the injured area. "This is unusual," Olga remarked. "Wolves typically heal completely when they shift. But this looks like a dislocation at your kneecap that never f

All she could do was bear it in silence. 'I have to figure out Adrien's true purpose before telling him anything,' she thought. Kelvin had come over several times and noticed that Gilbert was upset. Seeing the gloomy expression on the man's face, Kelvin walked over to him tactfully with the help of his crutch. His leg had been injured when the basement had collapsed the other day, but it was not as serious as Kisa's injury. He was still able to walk around with his crutches, while Kisa had to sit in a wheelchair.