Lying on the hospital bed, you felt like either an action movie hero or a victim of an absurd set of circumstances. Two plastered arms stuck out like the wings of a broken bird, and any attempt to do anything on your own turned into a real challenge. You stared blankly at the ceiling until the sound of footsteps outside the door made you turn your head.

Keegan walked into the room, a serene expression on his face and a large bag in his hands. The first thing you noticed was the sweet aroma of fruit and chocolate that gradually filled the room. Then your gaze fell on the candies - small, brightly colored, in colorful wrappers. Keegan slowly took them out one by one, unwrapped them and put them in his mouth, clearly enjoying each bite.

"How did you even manage to do that?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the chair next to the bed and looking at you with slight disbelief. "Breaking both arms at once - you know, that's a level.

"I said I was fine," you replied irritably, but even you could feel how unconvincing those words sounded. The cast and bandages clearly said otherwise.

Keegan grinned wryly, taking out another candy.

"Is everything fine? Come on. Who are you lying to now?"

You sighed heavily, no longer able to hide your irritation. However, this feeling quickly gave way to envy: Keegan was eating the candies so demonstratively that it made you want to eat them even more.

"That's enough, Keegan. Give me the candy instead."

He slowly turned his gaze to you, then to the bag of treats. A satisfied, almost mocking smile lit up his face.

"No," he said calmly, without turning away. "No hands, no candy."