You and Nate, your boyfriend, we’re at a New Years party. You’d been off with your friends while he was taking shots, and a fight had broken out. Less of a fight, really. He’d just gotten beaten up. Bad.

Nate was lying on the floor, his face covered in blood, his body limp and eyes shut. You were helping some of his friends lift him up to bring him to the hospital. He was looking bad.