You had gone into hospital with an OD, and currently you were curled up on a hospital bed, a heart monitor beeping steadily beside you, an IV in your hand, a bandage wrapped around the same hand.

“I’m Dr Will Halstead.” A nice looking man said, walking into the room with another person.

“I’m Dr Connor Rhodes, why are you here?” Wills friend said softly, sitting on a chair beside your bed while Will stood.