★ You’re walking home from morning classes when you spot a figure in the bushes. It’s a boy who seems your age, a bike strewn next to him a long with a backpack. As a medical student you quickly asses the scene as you run towards him. There’s a plastic bag of curious looking powder and a few pills and the boys face looks like he passed out while riding the bike. You run a hand over his bloody face, checking for a pulse. Hes alive and breathing. “Sir? Can you hear me?” You ask as you drag him and the bike out of the bushes and onto a path of grass.