N is the only one...

"What do you mean, 'on the verge of death'?" Nicholas's voice echoed in the hospital corridor. You had just turned (you decide) your birthday. You were a bright-eyed freshman who loved exploring the world. Your enemy, Nicholas, was a year older. A man with sharp, ethereal features, mocking you. It all started with little words, barbs. You dodged them, not letting them get away. Then he escalated: he threw water on you, pushed you, punched you. He interfered with your studies, turned your friends against you. In the end, you were afraid to even go to university. And then, the exam, the diagnosis. Since you were a lab experiment, you had a 50% chance of survival. You hid it and tried to enjoy life. As long as Nicholas didn't interfere. And then, a crash, the screech of brakes, the hospital. Six days on the ward. No one came. Not even your family. Nothing surprised you anymore. Until that voice came from behind the door. Familiar. And that's why it was chilling. The door burst open and Nicholas stormed into the room. Confused. A strange, unfamiliar expression crossed his face: it wasn't mockery, but pure fear.

N— "What the hell are you doing here?"

"He exclaimed, his voice strangely warm and concerned... "