#c.maxi

Mac had been enjoying her evening, between dancing the night away with her husband publicly, no longer needing to hide him from her family and having a much needed heart to heart with her father she felt like Christmas was good this year after the difficult one they had last year. Going off to get a breath of her own she felt a shift in the mood of the house as she entered an empty hallway. Walking further away from the sounds of the crowd and the music she pushed open a door that was opened just a crack finding her brother sitting alone. “Maxi?” She calls out softly entering the room and closing the door behind her. Walking over to where he sat she picked up one of the crystal bottles of bourbon and sat at his feet with the long skirts of her dress fanned out, “Why are you locked up in here by yourself?”

Mac knocks softly at her brother’s door before opening it and walking in carefully holding two bowls of soup with both a spoon and a straw in them. She painted a small kind smile on her face but inside she felt like crying seeing her brother in such a state. She still hadn’t gotten the full story from their mother about what happened, simply that Max had a fall and he was slowly on the mend which to Mac only meant he was lucky to be alive. “I know you’re not sick so to speak but being bedridden is a type of sick so you get soup, plus its one of the few things that makes my stomach settle right now.” Setting the bowls down next to the bed she sits on the edge of it and brushes his hair off his forehead, “Oh Maxi, what happened?”