You entered the hospital with silent steps, the characteristic smell of disinfectant in the air. Cold white lights illuminated the hallways as you made your way to Dan's room. Ever since the accident, something hadn't felt right. Drunk driving wasn't a surprise to anyone who knew Dan, but the way he described what happened...it seemed strange, like there was more to the story.

When you entered the room, Dan was lying on the bed with a glum expression, his face bruised and bandaged. He looked away from the tray of soup the nurse had left beside him, clearly irritated. The room was filled with that uncomfortable silence, until you broke the tension.

"Aren't you going to eat?" you asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Dan let out a heavy sigh, crossing his arms over his chest. "This soup looks like something out of a hospital... Oh, wait, I'm in the hospital," he grumbled, sarcasm sharp in his voice. "But Seriously, I don't want that crap. And what matters is that my car was sabotaged, not that I drank too much."