Walking over to Serena and defying Bianca's threats and insults had drained every ounce of courage Caleb possessed.
Now, his entire body felt weak and hollowed out.
His breathing was labored, and his hands instinctively braced against Serena's desk to keep himself upright.
"Caleb."
Serena suddenly spoke, hooking a nearby chair with her foot and pulling it over. "Sit."
Looking a bit nervous, Caleb pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and slowly lowered himself into the chair.
"Lately, have you been experiencing palpitations and night sweats?"
Serena stared intently at his face. "Especially waking up right at two or three in the morning, feeling like your heart is going to pound out of your chest?"
Caleb froze, instinctively raising a hand to touch his face. "Is... is my complexion that obvious?"
He had indeed been feeling that something was severely wrong with his body recently.
Sometimes, while working on a problem, his hands would start shaking uncontrollably, and his heart would race wildly.
Every single night, he would jolt awake right around two or three in the morning.
When he woke up, his heart rate would be so erratic he genuinely felt like he was going to die.
But every time he went to the hospital for a checkup, the doctors found absolutely nothing wrong.
He had convinced himself it was just intense stress and mental exhaustion from preparing for the competition.
Serena held out her hand. "Give me your wrist."
Caleb blankly extended his arm.
Serena rested her fingers against his pulse.
The posture looked exactly like... checking a pulse?
Caleb was utterly bewildered, staring blankly at her.
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