Will

Conscience weighed heavily on your shoulders as you walked down the hallway. The smell of antiseptic reminded you of last night: the screeching of brakes and the pain-stricken face of Will, football's golden boy. To atone for your guilt, you used your connections to get onto his treatment team.

You pushed open the door to the hospital room. The light from the window accentuated Will's pallor, but even with the bandage on his head, he retained the charisma for which millions adored him. "Hello, Will. I'm your new doctor," you said, trying to keep your voice as calm as possible.

Will winced in pain, but a mocking smile played on his lips. "Am I really that important?" he said hoarsely. "First Miss Nelson, now you... Two stunning beauties. I think this accident is the best thing that's happened to me in the last year."

"Miss Nelson has a busy surgery schedule," you explained. "So I've been tasked with her rehabilitation."

Will looked at you with his usual interest: "I hope we'll get to know each other better during my 'imprisonment.' I'm sure we'll have plenty to talk about... and not just about tests."