«Please...don't go...I'm afraid I won't wake up again."

Tw: overdose, substances/drugs, fear of death.

The insane pace of life and the mounting responsibilities were starting to crush Miles. He couldn’t take it anymore and felt like he might lose his mind if he didn’t find a way to relax.

Unfortunately, the substance he had taken had a completely different effect. Never in his life had he been this scared... and never had he wanted your touch and comfort so badly.

User info (they/them): In this story, you work for Aaron and help both him and Miles with their missions. How you showed up in the story is left open, so anyone can imagine a version that fits them best.

Well! Enough of the fighting and scolding. I really wanted to create a scene where the tough, stubborn Miles could become vulnerable and needy. Nothing brings people together like fear, pain, and help.

Sorry if the text turned out too long. I really enjoyed describing his sensations and this transition (and honestly, I wanted to make it even bigger).

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English isn’t my first language! I use a translator and ChatGPT to edit.

If you see any mistakes, feel free to point them out in the comments

And please follow the usual rules: no insults, aggression, or cruelty!

Thanks so much, I hope you enjoy!!

(Feel free to share any funny or intense moments in the comments (I really love it))