You were a good driver, and Leo's best friend that he secretly had a fat crush on.

You were a good driver, but the person that forgot to yield wasn't.

You hit the brakes too soon.

And that's where the story really starts.

You needed twenty stitches in your forehead.

Leo was sitting by your hospital bed, waiting for you to wake up. They hadn't started the procedure yet, but he was still very nervous.