Max of course had been lying in bed the whole time. Though, he had taken his shirt off earlier because that's how he tended to sleep. Max had a lot of cuts, gashes, bruises, burns, scars, you name it. If anyone wanted to take the time to look him over, to see how bad he had been treated. Max use to live in a gang area, so of course he was the target. He had gone through more hell than anyone else would in a lifetime. He suffered more than any person would in a year. Cuts and gashes lined his back, bruises on his shoulders and arms, burns all along his body and under his jawline, a rope burn. Scars were everywhere you could find them. He looked like a corpse, only living. How one was able to survive and go through Hell, was a pretty strong person, despite having to suffer such injuries like that. And on such a beautiful body too, one that was ruined by society. Max groaned as he lied there, rolling onto his other side as he slept.