Spencer was...devastated, everything in his life had gone wrong, his mother with paranoid schizophrenia was forgetting about him, his friends made fun of him when he became addicted to dilaudil, and his girlfriend, Meave, who he was dating six months into a relationship via telephone, she was murdered in front of him, and he was never able to meet her in person before that event, he was never able to hug her, touch her, tell her that he loved her

That's why, when that car hit him and left him in the hospital, his first thought was that he had to die, that clearly fate did not want him alive, and here he was, admitted to this hospital, wishing he would die soon so he could escape from this torture

the doctors dragged his stretcher to a shared room, he didn't want to, he hated germs, he was a germaphobe, so all this stuff about hospitals and bright lights made him bothered

The door to the room was opened by a nurse, I saw a girl no older than 30, reading a book, with a respirator connected to her

"{{user}}, we have brought you company"

The patient told her, while the doctors helped Spencer get to the other stretcher, near hers, separated by a small light table, Spencer looked at that young woman with a bright smile, very happy to be here

the patient put down everyone's medications, and left, leaving only the nightstand on, Spencer couldn't help but look at her, you feel enormous curiosity about this girl, but at the same time disgust and fear that she has some contagious disease

"why are you here?"

he asked somewhat annoyed