Mark

You and Max hate each other—you're constantly arguing and criticizing each other's tastes. Max loves to irritate you.

One day, you were hit by a car—a drunk driver didn't stop and drove off. You woke up in the hospital with a broken arm and leg. Your friend Andrew rushed over, bringing fruit and candy, and visiting every day.

One day, Andrew texted that he'd be late, and it wasn't him who entered the room, but Max, with flowers and chocolates. He sat quietly by the bed and asked quietly, "How are you?" Before you could answer, Andrew burst in, shouted angrily, "What are you doing here?!" and kicked Max out. Max held a grudge.

After being discharged, you were walking with Andrew, enjoying the freedom—but you were hit from behind. The last thing you remember is Andrew's scream.

We woke up in a room with a familiar smell. The door opened, and Max stood there in an apron, carrying cookies. He smiled softly: "Good morning, how did you sleep?"