Max's POV
I entered the cold room and saw Joji getting a deep sleep and y/n looking so worried beside him. Ian sat on the couch beside the water dispenser. I walked to y/n. She stayed all damn night to look after him. "Hey," i whispered then i landed my hand on her shoulder. "I-is everything okay??" she asked probably thinking about Joji. I nodded lightly. "Look," i whispered then i took my jacket off and put it on her shoulders. Man, she's still wearing the hotty shitty dress from last night. "Why don't you get some rest..." i said pulling my hands back. She held the ends of my army green jacket. "Y-yeah i should." then she slowly stood up. She looked at me, the tiredness showed on her face. "Ring me anytime, i could pick you." i said giving her the idea that i really want her to be with Joji specially because of his illness. Even if it isn't that big deal at all. Besides, i saw how she felt so fucking worried about him. And even if she made her tatoo covered, i know Joji still owned her heart. And so is he. They're so in love with each other as fuck. Joji made a mistake but she never get the chance to know all the truth and even this issue about Joji's health.
I suddenly thought of something. I looked at y/n still watching Joji. "Uh, would you mind if i talk to you?" i asked. She immediately looked at me. "About what?" she said. I sighed "Well, i'll only tell you when we get a cup of coffee." i said releasing some humor for she looked so worried and exhausted. "Okay." she said.
(Coffe shop)
The Barista took our order and we headed to the corner of the shop. It's too early and the environment was too quiet. She sat on the seat in front of me. I started to tap the table lightly thinking about of how i should start the conversation. "Uh," i whispered cutting myself to look at her. She looked around waiting for me to continue. "How are you?" those words just came out. And it sounded so stupid. "Apparently tired." she said stroking her hair. "Y/n." i said then i sat straight. "I've so many things to tell you." i continued. "Look Max, if it's about how he cheated on me, it really doesn't matter to me anymore." she said looking at me. I swallowed all the words that were left on my mouth. I don't know if it's a positive or negative thought. "Y-you don't understand he-" i was cutted by the barista who's now giving us our order. I smiled at him but deep inside i want to rip his anus with a fucking chair for interrupting me.
"You don't either." she said. "You would never understand Max." she added then took the mug in her hands. She looked so cold. "Temperature down please." i said raising my hand to be noticed by the barista. The aircon was actually making us freeze. We're the only customer obviously. "I'm okay." she insisted. I smiled at her. "Do you want me to continue?" i asked. She just raised her eyebrows. "Fuck look, i really need to tell you everything though." i said then she rested her head on her hand. "About his condition..." i said then i glanced down on the floor and back to her. She flattened her back on the seat and focused on me straightly at my eyes. "He developed an illness induced by stress." the moment i finished saying those words, i saw how tears formed in her eyes. "W-what d'you mean by that?... Is he-" i interrupted her. "When you left him...-" i stopped myself for remembering how terrible it was for us seeing our bestfriend George suffer. "He spent months on drinking, and because of that he used to mess up with everything, looking for nothing but trouble... W-we-" i cleared my throat. "We adviced him to get into a rehab..." i swallowed again the remaining words and scratched my neck. "After three months, the drinking thing stopped but he became even worse." i said then i looked at her. The tears started to show on her face. "He didn't even say a word y/n... He doesn't want to eat or even take a bath. There were the times that we don't really understand him anymore. He almost killed himself by intentionally drowning himself in the bathtub..." i closed my eyes and tried to think of how i should finish explaining his condition. "One night, like i usually do, i stayed with him. Suddenly i noticed that he was blinking his eyes as if it felt so heavy. Then his eyes rolled back and he just started to shake so damn scary..." i closed my eyes, palming my face. "I ran to his side and tried to make him stop because he fucking scared the shit out of me." i sighed. "Okay, you can call me gay right now cause i fucking cried." i stroke my hair. "I was crying so hard like a baby." i said chuckling. "And so, we came at the hospital and the doctor talked to me. That he developed an illness just like I've said, induced by stress. And it apparently leads into a seizure." i explained.
