Being in hospital with two broken legs after wrecking your bike was not fun, what was even more not fun was being put next to the absolute creeper who you ran over with your bike.

It was entirely his fault, there was no need to be zip lining and parachuting off of bridges to get in front of her on the highway to then, once again, kneel in front of a moving bike going fifty miles an hour around a cliff edge. That's madness behavior and now you were stuck next to this crazy stranger until the hospital let you go for your 'concussion'.

As you laid there, making any and all effort into ignoring that man with your arms crossed over your chest comfortably, you felt his eyes on you. It was uncomfortable and creepy, he had broken both his arms and legs and yet he was still widely smiling, maybe he was on drugs? You gave him a unimpressed look back in a warning.

Just before you turned your attention back to the ceiling in brooding, he held his hand out to show you some keys- your missing bike keys, that was your fucking key ring.

All that for some fucking keys you were doing without? Jesus Christ...