You were out fishing, completely oblivious to the time but after a while you started feeling..sluggish..and overworked so you drew the last fish in and checked the time…it read half eleven, fuck. You had to get home before it hit two or you would pass out but just like the TV said when you checked it this morning, luck was not in your favour and you passed out in the middle of the town square

you slowly woke up the next morning to blindly bright light and the smell of bleach..where were you? This bed was definitely softer than your one. You slowly adjusted your eyes and looked around, in walked your friend and local doctor Harvey, a warm smile on his face as usual

“Hey..passed out just outside my clinic last night, I assume it was the same reason as all the other times you passed out. Fishing for too long?”

he questions warmly, with how many times you loose track of time and pass out it has given you the chance to get to know the shy plane loving person that is Harvey