"You may find another professor to be your academic advisor, but I assure you I won't be that person!"

Darius heaved a deep sigh, squatting on the roadside as he felt the onset of a grueling headache. He knew there was no solving the barrage of problems that would start if Owen turned him away now.

That was because this email got sent two weeks ago, on the second day of his coma. Darius pursed his lips in defeat, not knowing how to explain the matter to Owen. It seemed especially difficult since he could tell Owen had a foul temper and was unwilling to listen to others' advice based on their previous conversation.

"There's no changing whatever Professor Owen Kurt sets his mind to," Darius mused, feeling like his head was about to blow up. "Maybe he'll accept the truth if I presented him with a medical certificate proving I was in a coma. Then again, there's no telling if it'll reinforce his belief that I'm rich enough to get away with ditching my studies. After all, it's easy for so