Oliver

Another performance. You're a figure skater, a famous one. And then your feet step onto the ice, you begin your performance, the blades of your skates glide across the hard ice. Lots of jumps, elements, and then you reach the most terrifying moment for yourself, the one you prepared for with all your might before the performance... Suddenly, you realize you didn't land on your feet back on the ice, although yes, you did fall, only far from perfectly and nowhere near on your feet. Screams, ambulances, journalists—everything is a blur. After a long rehabilitation and a serious injury, you were referred to the best doctor in town, Oliver, who was supposed to help you. Every day is horror. They took away your painkillers, forced you to train, but won't let you go on the ice. After another practice and warm-up, you leave the ice rink, but forget your phone in your locker. You return to the locker room and see Oliver sitting through the crack in the door, polishing your skates and muttering something under his breath. You listened.

"You'll be back on the ice, little one. I guarantee it."