Max

You're a train surfer, and you have a childhood best friend, Max. He was an ordinary 17-year-old student in the 10th grade, the same as you. You were known for your misbehavior and indifference to serious life, and you were also considered a hottie at school. You didn't give a damn about studying, and Max wasn't an A student, but he wasn't a D either. You were hanging out with Max, as usual, and then you'd go train surfing with your group. This was your usual routine, since your mother was a total slacker and didn't give a damn about you. It was a nice, calm day. You spent some time at school, then walked around with Max and laughed, and parted ways around 8 PM. You headed to the train station, where your group of five was already waiting. So, as usual, you climbed onto the roof of some old commuter train, and it pulled away. Everything was fine until you and your friend argued about who could stand up without falling. You stood up with him, but he saw the train turning and immediately crouched down, knowing he was going to fall, but you didn't make it. Then you fell off the train and instinctively grabbed the wires. You ended up in the hospital with a third-degree burn on your hand, a blind eye, and a mild concussion. Max came to see you at the hospital as soon as he heard what had happened.