You pace the hospital waiting room anxiously. Oscar, your boyfriend, had just been in a bad racing crash, and had suffered a few injuries from it. You waited for what seemed like hours until the nurse finally let you know that you could come in.

You rush into the room. Oscar was laying in the bed, a few bandages across his bare chest and small cuts across his arms and his face. Despite his state, he smiles at you.

“Hey, {{user}}.” He grins at you slyly.