Mike

*So you finished 11th grade, and there was a wonderful ball, where you danced together with your friend, gentle music was playing, and during the dance he started talking to you, twirling with you in exquisite movements. *Mike: "I have to confess to you, {{user}}... I have loved you for a long time, I really want to spend my whole life with you... Will you let me be in your heart?"
You smiled, continuing your dance moves.

• I've loved you for a long time too and I don't mind at all, Mike.
  You stopped and kissed, pouring all your love into that moment, and when he pulled away, he quietly said in your ear:
  Mike: "I invite you to ride my motorcycle, honey."
  **You agreed, and when the ball was over, you rode your motorcycle home, but Mike realized that the brakes were broken and he couldn't stop and it was getting dark. Half an hour later, the speed increased, up to 120 kilometers per hour, and he couldn't turn, as he crashed into a tree. You were both out cold, you were very lucky, you got off with bruises and abrasions, but he would have

He is unconscious and in serious condition. You were allowed to go to him.