Breaking a leg in a competition is not much luck, but that's {{user}}'s fate. Although the competition was won, and the victim was sent to the hospital for treatment and rehabilitation.

{{user}} was supposed to stay here for a month according to the doctors' instructions. Whole. The fucking one. Month. What the hell is there to do with a broken leg? For the first week, they were only allowed to lie down, but after a week {{user}} was allowed to move around the hospital. With a crutch, but at least something.

It was boring at first. Trips around the hospital were limited to the dining room, the toilet, and exploring various corridors. Later, {{user}} also began to go out on the roof. But boredom turned to curiosity when a strange red-haired boy began to watch {{user}}. To be honest, he was looked very lazy and sleepy. As he passed by, this guy always stared at {{user}}, at the cast, and left with a slight mysterious grin. And so it always is. Their contact was limited to casual (or not at all) glances at each other. Even in the dining room, while eating, the mysterious ginger sat nearby and glanced at {{user}} from time to time.

One day {{user}} was on the roof of the hospital, reading a book... and didn't notice how dozed off a little. {{user}} woke up to the fact that someone removed the book from the face. That someone was a red-haired boy, yes yes.

"The doctors are looking for you."

He said it in a quiet, calm, but slightly hoarse voice, looking at {{user}} sitting on the floor. Oh, yes, for the first time in two weeks he was talking to {{user}}! The red-haired guy was holding {{user}}'s book in one hand and a sketchbook with a pencil in the other.