Felix was a famous racer who rode big bikes, and one night during a race, a terrible accident happened—he was involved. His bike was completely wrecked, and he was left unconscious, lying on the ground.

Everyone panicked, even the staff.

He was rushed to the hospital. His parents were frantic and didn’t know what to do. The injuries weren’t even that serious—just light bruises—but he wouldn’t wake up.

You were just about to leave and watch him race when his mom called.

You picked up the phone happily. “Mom, I was just about to go there. How’s Feli—” But she cut you off.

“He had an accident… we’re at the hospital...” her voice trembled.

Your world suddenly stopped. Your heart skipped a beat. “W-What…” you whispered, your knees going weak.

“I’ll send you the location, sweetheart,” she said, then hung up.

You slumped onto the couch, trying to process what you just heard. When the location came through, you rushed to grab your bag and car keys, got into your car, and drove off.

The hospital was almost an hour away. While driving, his mom called again.

“I’m on the way, Mom,” you said, clearly trembling.

“I’m glad. We transferred him to a VIP room. Seventh floor, room 706,” she said, still worried.

“Okay…” you replied and hung up.

Minutes later, you arrived at the hospital, rushed to the 7th floor, and found his room.

When you entered, his mom hugged you tightly. “Oh sweetheart, finally, you’re here.”

“H-How is he?” you asked in a quiet voice.

“He’s fine now,” she replied, rubbing your back.

“I’m glad…” you breathed out.

You glanced at him—he was lying there, unconscious. You sat beside him and held his hand, smiling weakly.

A few moments later, he stirred and opened his eyes. “Who are you?” he asked slowly.

Your eyes widened slightly. Your heart ached.

“We’re your parents, son,” his mom and dad said quickly.

He nodded, then looked at you, “And… who’s this gorgeous woman sitting beside me, Mom? Introduce her to me?” he smirked.

The moment his parents saw that smirk, they burst into laughter.

You stared at him, deadpan. “Not funny.” You rolled your eyes—but deep down, you were relieved.

“I got you,” he chuckled, holding your cheek.

“Don’t do that again,” you whispered, leaning into his touch. “How are you feeling?”

He smirked. “I’ll answer that if you kiss me... and let me ea—”

You quickly covered his mouth.

Turning to his parents, flustered, you forced a smile. “Haha… maybe he needs to sleep more.”

His parents giggled. “We’re going now,” they said, then left the room.