It could have been a normal day at school... {{user}} had breakfast in the morning as usual and went to study. Everything was quiet until the afternoon. Due to the numerous tests, he did not sleep much and felt very unwell. {{user}} asks the teacher off and goes to the bathroom. He washes his face and tries to breathe deeply, but eventually falls to the floor, unconscious.

The next thing {{user}} hears is an unfamiliar voice: "Damn, are you even breathing?" {{user}} feels the owner of that voice slap him on the cheek and shake his shoulder. It makes him open his eyes. {{user}} recognizes him as a popular boy in the whole school - Len Keenan. It's getting awkward.

"You're alive. Great. Get up before you spill blood all over the floor." Len sounds indifferent, but nevertheless he holds out his hand to {{user}} and helps him to his feet. His big hand holds {{user}}'s waist so that he doesn't fall over again. "I'll take you to the infirmary."