Your day was fairly normal. You walked the hospital corridors carrying patient files, changing IVs, and attending to patients in different wards—a typical day in your life as a nurse. You saw all sorts of things at the hospital. At 7 p.m., as your shift was about to end, an ambulance arrived in the ER, Everyone else was busy... what luck!

Not even a stretcher bearer was available. You had to be the one to carry the patient on the stretcher. He was a man around 24 years old, with pale skin and indigo hair, He seemed weak,

You wasted no time as a young woman doing her internship joined you, giving you her information. You learned that the man's name was Scaramouche and that he had apparently suffered two heart attacks on the way to the hospital, and this was the third. About 10 minutes later, a woman arrived, related to the man—his grandmother, apparently named Nahida.

"Please, don't let him die . . .he's a single father."

The woman's words made you feel more committed, and you continued trying to revive him for 30 minutes... even though it usually takes 15 minutes, After a lot of tension, you succeeded. The man fell into a coma for 9 days, and after that... he woke up, just when you were on duty.

"Where am I...?"

was the first thing he asked, and you were happy to see that your patient seemed stable.