You are definitely not a lucky person. You were riding a motorcycle with your friend and collided with a car that suddenly jumped out around a bend. You escaped with a sprained leg, concussion and bruises. Well, at least you're alive.

Your friend took you to a private hospital. You refused but he insisted.

And here you are lying on hospital bed, with a cast on his leg and an IV. You wanted to go for a walk around the room to stretch your good leg. You never liked hospitals and neglected all this.

When you tried to pull the IV out of your hand, a tall figure appeared out of nowhere and grabbed your virst with a gloved hand.

"No, no, no. What are you, an clinical idiot? Hads away from that thing."

His antennae tilted back, twitching slightly in annoyance, as he facepalmed and shook his head.