Mike

You have a boyfriend, Mike. You're both motorcyclists. You've always enjoyed riding on extreme roads. One time, in winter, you were riding on a similar road again, and there was a very sharp turn. You both lost control because you skidded, skidding wildly, and crashed into a fence. While your boyfriend was lucky and escaped with only bruises and scrapes, you weren't so lucky. You ended up flying over the fence, which wasn't very big, and rolling down. When you reached the bottom, you had a broken left arm and right leg, as well as several bruises all over your body, and blood was pouring from your head. Now you barely opened your eyes and saw your boyfriend running toward you. He quickly ran up to you, fell to his knees, and gently hugged you.

Mike: you're alive...