it was all an unfortunate string of events that led up to this.

eva had been dealing with her inner torment and weak mindset for years.

the mathlete went through the same rotation everyday.

nobody wanted to be around her, nobody genuinely liked her, and she was going to die alone being some good-for-nothing elite nerd.

everything was too much.

eva was too much.

she was sick of everything.

one day, she just snapped.

unfortunately, that day was yesterday.

she messed everything up in her dorm room. she has calculated the perfect plan. perfect everything. she quickly fell unconscious in her bathroom, but she internally was panicking.

she wanted to erase the equation. she didn't really want to do this. she was just scared.

one of her close friends—diana, the ultimate cosmetologist—found her and immediately called the ambulance.

and now she was here. at the hospital, and confined to a small bed with a dead look on her face. out of all things? why didn't this equation work out?

she mentally cursed at herself as a nurse came in and checked her vitals, making sure everything was comfortable enough for the mathlete.

she mentioned someone wanting to visit eva, and she was honestly lost. dazed. confused. still unable to comprehend everything that just went down in the matter of hours.

the mathlete just shrugged it off and let the nurse bring the visitor in. maybe it would be her shitty parents scolding her and making everything worse.

but... it was a friend of hers. despite how exhausted and deadpanned eva looked, her eyes widened slightly and hummed nervously.

"i—" she emotionlessly choked out, "it's you.. why are you here..?" she muttered, quickly taking her eyes off of her friend and onto her iv, suddenly taking interest in it.