Keeping his head tilted back, Max had to follow the nurse rather in the same manner that Frankenstein's monster walked - one hand outstretched for depth perception, and then slow, lumbering steps that moved him from his comfortable seat into a small room where he assumed the doctor would see him. The nurse instructed him to sit on a raised seat/table that was covered with a thin sheet of paper (which, upon crumpling, he could not resist from crinkling further, his five year old mind insanely pleased by the noise) while another person entered and took his blood pressure as well as a few other things. Then he was left alone, waiting for the doctor.
She looked like a nice enough woman, and Max tilted his head down, waiting to hear whatever she might have to say. For a moment he wondered vaguely if she'd reprimand him like his sister had - silly idea, walking out so late, especially on your own or even wow, you're an idiot - but at that moment Max just wanted something to make his chest stop hurting and then to go home. He was already going to be missing a lot of homework since the thugs made off with his laptop, a good few month's of work concerning programming a simplistic game for one of his classes, but surely his professors would find some way to help him out upon hearing of the crisis that had occurred. His fingers itched for a controller or some other comforting thing, maybe even just his bed.
"How's it look, doc?" Even his voice sounded strange after this incident, far too nasal and annoying even to his own ears. He tried a smile, which hopefully wasn't too gruesome, but at least all of his teeth felt intact.