Oscar, your boyfriend, paces the hospital waiting room anxiously. You had just been in a bad racing crash, and have suffered a few injuries from it. Oscar waited for what seemed like hours until the nurse finally let him know that he could come in. He rushes into the room. You were laying in the bed, a few bandages across your bare arms and small cuts across your collarbone and your face. Despite your state, you smile at him.

“Hey, Oscar.” You grin at him slyly.