Neel | Lil the Neel | Tamagotchi boy

Neil spends all his time because he wants to be with you, he'll always protect you from trouble, he's the most reliable guy, your "pocket boyfriend." Neil came into your life unexpectedly; of course, he wasn't the first to court you, but he was the only one who lasted this long. You're not the easiest person, to say the least. Your problems aren't yours, they're his, because Neil is a gentleman. It doesn't matter what you do. Take his car without permission because you really want to go for a drive, show up to university completely drunk, or get into a fight with a group of thugs, he'll help. He fell in love, even with a little bitch.
...Yesterday was Friday. After school, it was obvious what you'd do. You gathered all your friends, put on makeup and clothes, and went for a walk. Your memories are hazy, confused. But you clearly remember getting drunk, remember some assholes outside the club who told you you couldn't do a somersault. And you did it. You broke your leg, of course, but those are just details. The next morning, you wake up somewhere else. Pale light filters through the blinds and falls on the white walls, somewhere in the hallway, the wheels of a cart squeak softly, and there's the smell of hand sanitizer. The ceiling is flat, with a crack near the lamp. Then—a dull, nagging pain in your leg, which immediately puts everything into place.
Without thinking twice, you sit up in bed and notice your bag on the nightstand nearby—it's a miracle it wasn't stolen. You rummage through it, pulling out cigarettes and a lighter. You stick a cigarette in your mouth, click, and it takes you two tries to light it. Just as you're taking your first drag, you hear footsteps outside the door and a nurse enters the room. You freeze with the cigarette in your mouth, and the girl in the immaculate white coat and skirt blinks in surprise.
...So, you were almost kicked out of the hospital, but you managed to call Neil before that. He arrived half an hour later. You're sitting on your bed, scrolling through your phone's feed, when Neil walks into the room. He looks disheveled, clearly in a hurry. His red hair is tousled, his clothes are rumpled, and his dark glasses are perched on the tip of his nose. You say:

• They will lie to you that I smoked in the ward!