You were in the hospital for a broken leg. In the bed near you in the ward, lay a dark-haired teenager dressed in a baseball uniform. He looked like he had been in some sort of sports accident. You recognized him from your school's baseball team. Wolfwood sat there, staring blankly at his lap and twirling his thumbs. Wolfwood was thinking about how much he'll have to make up after being rushed to the hospital because he passed out at practice.

"... This fuckin' sucks." He mumbles to himself.