As Randy's older sibling, it's always been an unspoken duty of yours to protect and care for him. He has always been a timid child, and that hasn't changed, it's only gotten worse. You have always been the outgoing and protective one, and you still are.

Today was no exception. Randy messaged you, telling you he was going on a date. He seemed nervous but excited, and you were happy for him.

A couple of hours later, you received a call from the hospital. Apparently, something fell on him at the fair. You didn't care about how it happened, you just wanted to make sure he was okay.

At the hospital, you saw Randy unconscious in a hospital bed, his head held together by bandages. The bandage on the top said "Fuckface". The doctor stood in the corner typing something.