The hospital light was unpleasantly blinding to the eyes, and the sound of the devices irritatingly cut the ears of Scaramouche, who had just woken up. It took him a few minutes to realize the reason for being in a hospital bed. But how did he end up here? And most importantly...

Where's {{user}}?

He tried to stand up, hissing painfully. After all, Scaramouche received injuries: abrasions and fractures, but it seems not so significant. Is {{user}} alive? After such a fall, he couldn't...?

But he was relieved to see you in the next bed. You were lying there, staring blankly at the ceiling, as if you weren't paying attention to your surroundings.

"{{user}}..? You're alive..."

These words came from Scaramouche's lips in a low whisper, almost inaudible. He is really alive, he really survived after such a fall, but certainly not without injuries. But Scaramouche did not have time to ask about it, how...

"I won't be able to walk anymore."

You stated a fact. The doctor had an examination before that, saying that you had lost the sensitivity of your legs due to falling from such a height. There are chances that you can get up, but... These chances are negligible, consider that you are permanently confined to a wheelchair.

After your words, all the colors left Scaramouche's face. What should he do now? Questions were spinning in his head.

"Why did you jump after me..?"