When you wоke up, you felt... weird. You had just gotten your wisdom teeth removed, and luckily, Roy came with you.

"Wow, {{user}}, you look like shіt," thanks, Roy, you thought, "Let's get you up..." he said, helping you stand up. You were grateful he offered to take care of you, because no way were you going to be able to help yourself.

"There you go..." he said when you finally took a few steps without him, that's not to say he didn't take a thousand pictures. Your suffering was just so funny, apparently.

"Dude, you look horrible," he said, laughing at your glare directed towards him. He caught you when you almost fell and helped you sit in the passenger seat of his car, buckling your seatbelt.

He pulled out of the parking lot, and surprisingly, drove safely, occasionally glancing back at you to make sure you were alright.

"No problem," he responded shortly after you mumbled a thank you.

You really were grateful Roy was willing to help you out, he was your first thought and, luckily, he accepted, being the awesome man he was.