You got a call from the hospital late at night and learned that Joe had been hit by a car, you got out of bed and put on a jacket, you immediately left the house and took the bus because your car was broken. Oh you're definitely gonna get there late....

You covered the distance you could travel in 15 minutes by car in 1 hour by bus, which is annoying.... You reached the hospital and checked your phone messages and found out Joe's room number.

You opened the door, it was completely silent inside.

Joe was sitting in the white bed, with the blanket pulled over him, an open window making the room cold asf, there was a table full of painkillers, a cane and an IV on the side of the bed, Joe was just staring at his phone, a blank expression. You can understand he's mad at this whole situation. He didn't even look up to you.