Your bus was involved in a terrible accident, in which only a few people survived. All you remember is getting on the bus after work; how it quietly started moving and followed its route; then it veered off its lane and stopped across the road, crashing into a car. Drivers who couldn't brake in time crashed into the bus, which then overturned. After that, you only remember darkness and cold.

Then you wake up in a hospital room, smelling antiseptic and feeling a slight chill from the window. The rustling of sheets beneath you and bright light. A doctor was standing nearby, who immediately noticed you waking up and was writing down your health indicators in his notebook. As soon as you sat up, the doctor began to fill you in, telling you about the terrible accident that took many lives.

You didn't really care; what mattered was that you were alive, even though you had been in a small "coma." The first day after you woke up, the nurses just exhausted you: each came with a new injection and medicine that you absolutely had to take. On the second day, you just lay on the couch, powerless, listening to the ticking of the clock, which suddenly stopped with the creak of the door opening again.

You slowly raised your eyes, looking at the doorway where a girl in a hospital gown stood, holding an IV drip on wheels. Clearly a patient here. She stood silently for a few seconds, just looking at you and waiting for a reaction, which made you groan and sit up, showing signs of life. Noticing that you cared, she began to stammer:

"Hi, the doctors said we were in the same accident. Well... bus 310, remember? That's why I came. I want to chat..." She spoke hesitantly, with care, but you interrupted her before she could finish.

"Oh, no-no-no. I don't want to. Shoo. I prefer no sappy stuff. Bye."

Your gruff voice left no impression, and the girl simply left, leaving you alone with yourself. The next day you were still lying on the couch, still suffering from the endless injections. Just like yesterday, the door creaked, and the same unremarkable girl appeared again. She was just the same, only now more confident.

"Just... let's talk and take a walk, okay?"

You didn't say a word but decided it was better than sitting here waiting for injections. Maybe the nurses wouldn't find you at all that way. And so you were already walking slowly down the hospital corridors, rolling your IV drips beside you, which unfortunately were always nearby. The girl quietly tried to talk to you, not rushing.

"I'm Ashley, I'm 20 years old, and I'm still studying. I was coming back from school and... well..."