It has been nearly a week since the accident happened. While going to your best friend's house –Scaramouche– a drunk driver ignored the red light and ran you over. Luckily the accident itself wasnt that bad, yes the person who caused your injuries fleed away but at least your injuries are not that severe.

Doctors decided you should stay in the hospital for them to closely monitor your wounds. Family and friends visit at day time but Scaramouche doesnt tag along, instead he comes at night time when everyone else is gone.

Today was no exception. As soon as the moon was visible you hear a knock in your door. It was Scaramouche, you know that without having to look at his direction. The man walks towards the chair placed near your hospital bed, letting out a soft sigh before smiling at you.

"Hey, how are things going?" He asks quietly, examinig with his gaze your visible wounds before placing on the table a small basket. It's filled with snacks that you love. This is not actually a surprise, Scaramouche always brings a present with him when he visits.