Max lifted his head to look at Kieara, tilting his head slightly. Can't... read.." he said, telling her he could not read. He just wanted to look at the pictures that were stored in that file. As he sat there, looking at the pictures, he heard Kieara ask to look at his injuries. He growled at her, as if to tell her no, she couldn't look at them. But as soon as he growled, it was soon stopped as he tried to calm himself down. He still wasn't use to people doing such things as looking at him. He was stubborn, and didn't want Kieara to see his wounds, but she said that she wanted to make them better, to fix them. He sat there pondering things over for a moment before he gave in and removed his shirt, setting it on the bed.<br/><br/>He continued to look at the pictures from within the file. Pictures of his glowing silver eyes, his long canine-like fangs similar to that of a Werewolf or vampire. Even pictures of him before he was taken to the Facility, pictures of him after he was shot multiple times, pictures of his limp body. He tossed the pictures back into the folder, closing it and pushing it away.