<em>You know who I am?</em><br/><br/>Those words echoed in his ears as the bullymong chambered up his broken and bruised body. What was she talking about, he had just called out the first lame nickname he could think of as he moaned in pain. She to him was like a guardian Angel to him right now and her voice and presence was almost omnipotent in a sense so to him it made sense to call her a guardian Angel of sorts. But guardian Angel was a little bit of a mouthful to shout in the heat of the moment.<br/><br/><strong>"Holy shit"</strong>he grunted out when the static around her face cleared up and he was able to make out the shape of the person he had been speaking to.<strong>"You're fuckin' gorgeous"</strong>Max said before he could stop himself. Sometimes he was a little too impulsive for his own good. But before he could slap a hand over his mouth the shove the words back in a monkey fist met his nose causing a sickening snap to echo through the comms he shared with Angel and blood to come gushing down his face.<strong>"FUCK"</strong>he grunted falling backwards into the pile of babies as they all started to cling to the man.<br/><br/><strong>"ARGH... They're crushing... My... Chest... Help"</strong>Max Wheezed as a baby mong had climbed onto his chest and started to jump up and down on it pressing all the wind out of him.