Chuck said, “You look completely different from seven years ago. You used to look so weak that I could send you flying with a single punch. But now, you’re so much stronger!”

Adrian replied, “You’ve lost a lot of weight.”

Chuck choked up and was lost for words for a moment.

“Just focus on getting better. We’ll go for a drink when you’re back on your feet. For now, I want you to think about nothing except rest.”

Chuck wiped his tears. “I heard the whole story… I’m only alive because you donated your blood to me. Thank you, my friend… Thank you for still remembering me despite how long it’s been since we last met.”

Adrian patted Chuck on the shoulder with a smile. “Enough with the corny stuff. I should be thanking you for the good memories. I’m here now, Chubbs, so you have nothing to be afraid of.”

Chuck trembled the moment he heard this. He had been living in fear for so many years, suffering every single minute, down to the seconds. He never once thought that he would be able to