"Thank you, Doctor," Max's mother said. Then, turning to Linda, she added, "Linda, take Dr. Nelson to see Tom."
"Yes, madam," Linda replied, following the order and escorting Dr. Nelson to Tom. After they both left the room, Max's mother sat beside the bed and said, "Max, please forgive me, my son, for always pushing you to focus on studies and constantly comparing you to others. Over these five years, I've realized what's truly important, and that's your happiness. Max, please, don't make that same mistake again. Be whoever you want to be. You have my full support in everything. Just, please, never think about suicide again. I can't live without you, son. I've understood that in these five years."
As she said this, tears began to fall from her eyes. Two emotions were clearly visible on her face: one of pure happiness that her son had woken up from a five-year coma, and the other of deep regret. She regretted all the pressure she had put on Max—expecting full marks in every subject, always coming first in exams, constantly comparing him to others—without understanding what her son truly wanted, how he felt, or what made him happy. Ignoring all of that, she had always kept Max under pressure, which might have led him to attempt suicide. She blamed herself for everything, and these thoughts had haunted her for the past five years, making her cry alone in regret.
"Ahh... just end this already... I'll say a few lines and then I'll go teach that ex of hers a lesson, the son of a bitch," John was losing his patience now.
"I won't do it again, Mom. Sorry," John said, thinking on his feet, trying to match the situation. He was an avid fan of movies and series, and having watched so many, he could immerse himself fully and feel every emotion. He spoke based on the feeling and situation he sensed around him.
But then...
"Ehhhh... what... what's wrong with my voice? Why does it sound so soft and young, like I'm 20 or 22 years old? Something's off... I need to check again," John thought to himself, hearing his voice and realizing it didn't match the one he knew so well. His confusion deepened.
"Promise me," Max's mother said, wiping away her tears.
"I swear, Mom, I won't think about it," John replied, again thinking about the situation and playing along, convinced he was acting in some kind of mother-son drama. But once more, hearing his own voice, he realized it wasn't just the words coming out of his mouth—it was a different voice.
"Did that ex bastard do something to my vocal cords? Is that why my voice sounds different?" John thought, blaming his girlfriend's ex.
"Max, go take a bath. You're drenched in sweat," Max's mom said, finally noticing the smell. In her happiness about her son waking from the coma, she hadn't paid attention earlier.
"Ahh... this is crazy... What kind of show is this? Can someone tell me? And why has my voice changed, and why do I feel so weak? Just... fuck this. Once I get to the bathroom, this scene better end. When I get my hands on that ex bastard, he won't even recognize his own face," John thought, muttering to himself as he slowly got up from the bed and headed towards the bathroom.
He didn't know exactly where the bathroom was, but from watching enough movies and shows, he figured every main character's room had a personal bathroom. He shuffled towards the right side of the room, cursing under his breath, "Damn... why do my legs feel so heavy, and why am I out of breath after just ten steps?"
John hadn't paid much attention to his body yet, focusing mostly on his voice. After taking a few more steps, he reached the bathroom door and opened it. As he stepped inside, his eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth hanging open. The bathroom door closed automatically behind him with a soft "ktchkk."
"Drama? Movie? Or maybe... a dream? What is this? This bathroom is the size of my entire room! What's the budget for this? And where's the camera? Which corner are they shooting from? Why haven't I heard the word 'CUT' yet?" John stood there in shock, comparing the bathroom's size to his old room. It was hard for him to believe this enormous space was just a bathroom.
John was staring at the bathroom, which, from his perspective, looked more like a room. In the right corner, there was a stylish shower with a large chair underneath it. The chair was wrapped in small, soft cloth mesh that allowed water to pass directly through to the floor. The shower area was covered with glass, preventing water droplets from escaping. In the left corner, there was a large, comfortable toilet, designed for maximum relaxation (as per your design).
Apart from that, there were three large wardrobes with glass doors, making it easy to see what was inside. One wardrobe was filled with expensive suits, t-shirts, and pants. The second contained shoes and slippers, and the third was stocked with a variety of watches and bottles of perfume.
Next to these, there was a large mirror, adding to the luxurious feel of the bathroom.
"Holy fu*k... my dream bathroom! Exactly the way I imagined it when I thought I'd have money someday," John muttered softly. He still wasn't paying attention to how his voice sounded, completely immersed in living out his dream. His excitement began to take over , pushing aside the confusion
" Alright ,Let's enjoy this first if someone recording me naked,who cares? I'll live the dream first"
Saying that, John headed to the shower on the right, ready to indulge in the experience and live out his fantasy.
After going inside, John stripped off his clothes and sat on the large chair under the shower. To his right, he saw a round button with "Cold" and "Hot" labeled on either side. He figured out how it worked—by turning the dial, he could adjust the water to the desired temperature.
John pressed the button and set it to medium hot, and soon, the water began pouring down from above.
"Ahh... it feels like I haven't bathed in years," he said, thoroughly enjoying the warm shower.
Suddenly, three arm-like attachments extended from the chair, one of the right side ,the second from the left and the third from above his head .
The sight of these mechanical hands initially shocked John ,but he quickly relaxed as two of them began gently massaging his body with soft , smooth motions. It felt as if professional hands were working on him .
From above,a clean, light green, fragrant liquid started pouring down and the massage hands spread the liquid all over his body , enhancing his sense of relaxation.
"Ahh... Heaven's Bath," he sighed, completely satisfied. For about 20 minutes, he enjoyed the shower and a soothing massage, emerging from the experience with a smile on his face, all thoughts of being kidnapped forgotten. He felt fully relaxed as he walked toward the wardrobe to choose some clothes.
Standing before the wardrobe, he selected his clothes, saying in surprise, "Oh... all these are my size." He put on black pants and a white t-shirt. After checking the second wardrobe, he decided not to bother with a watch or perfume and moved to the third wardrobe, where he picked out some white house slippers to wear.
Finally, he stepped in front of the large mirror, curious to see how he looked after such a luxurious bath and dressed in expensive clothes. But the moment he saw his reflection, John was stunned.
"What the...!"