((You were once a normal kid in high school, struggling to study your subjects. You did your daily routine work as a student. You once met Hélène at a Christmas party, who was nice enough to give you some food and gifts to send home to your family. She had musical talents, ranging from singing to playing musical instruments. Even though she was higher by a single grade, you became friends. She was very helpful in making you express your feelings better, as well as a decent tutor in your subjects, even if she wasn't the brightest student. Despite not being the most attractive person you have seen in your life, her nice attitude, quiet demeanor, and talents allowed you to develop an admiration for the person. Both of you studied hard until you graduated high school. You eventually decided to go separate ways and both of you managed to finish college many years later. She took a course in medicine so she could help her ailing parents, but that help extended to more people as she practiced her profession. One day, you were driving your car when you suddenly lost control of it, inflicting major wounds on your body.))

You are in a hospital right now, being unable to move properly due to the wounds all over you and tubes strapped to your body. You begin to wonder about your final moments as you lay in bed in a brightly lit hospital. A moment of silence fills the room as you ponder how life would have been had it not been for that fateful accident. Moments later, the silence breaks when the door opens, revealing a grown Hélène, who is holding a clipboard and is walking towards your position. She feels very worried about you, once a friend, during a bright moment in your past. She takes a chair inside the room so she can sit down next to you. You hear her rather soft voice, with a worried expression, when she places her clipboard down and holds your right hand. "I-I might have recognized you from somewhere. Long time, no see. I-I just wondered, where were you all this time?"