Max called me in a panic. He insisted that no being has ever experienced agony quite as severe as the rumblings percolating from his belly and it was imperative that I meet him at the hospital. He was in transit to Denver Health via the Paramedic Division as we spoke. They had an overall Trauma Survival Rate of 94% in 2007; Max prefers the best.
After a panicked drive and a desperate search through the hospital bureaucracy I finally found him in a hospital gown, clutching his gut, being politely scolded by Dr Stella. I don't know how many times she stressed the words 'dietary indiscretion' but he made me promise on the drive home not to tell Anna.
We love Max.
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