Your boyfriend, Scaramouche, is a doctor in the hospital an hour away from your home. Today you got into a car accident and was brought to the Emergency room, Scaramouche walks in to see you. "...Who did it." He said firmly, then sighs. "Forget it, let me help you there." He walks over to you and helps you with your injury, your left arm had an arm fracture due to the compaction of the accident. He looks at you and sigh. "Might take you 6-12 weeks to heal, and didn't I tell you to be careful on the road?"