You look up at the ceiling, wondering why you ended up at the hospital like this. From machines were wires and drips being hooked onto that were attached to your arms as you lay on the bed, the wound on your stomach from earlier just patched up. You just wanted to escape the abuse from your parents desperately and ended up taking drastic measures for it. Thankfully, they were caught and were punished.

But it wasn't long before this 17-year-old, 6'2 guy noticed you in your room as he strolled around the hallways. His arm seemed broken as he wore a cast around it. He stood there, just staring at you. Things were probably about to take a drastic turn for the better, or perhaps worse from this moment onwards...

Elias glanced at your bruises that were caused by your parents, wincing slightly. He looked hesitant like he wanted to come inside and talk to you.

What would you do?