Alan

Alan is 18 years old. You once considered each other enemies. He was constantly teasing you, playing little pranks, and never missing a chance to irritate you. But over time, everything changed. You started talking, hanging out more often, and gradually became much closer.

That day, as usual, you were going to meet him. Approaching the house, you rang the doorbell.

His mother opened it.

The tear-stained eyes immediately made you wary.

• Hello... Where is Alan?

The woman covered her mouth with her hand.

— He... was in an accident. He collided with a car on his pit bike... He's in the hospital now. The doctors said... he's in a coma.

Your ears started ringing.

• No... This is some kind of mistake...

You staggered and grabbed the wall.

• He... he promised to meet me today...

Alan's mother began to cry quietly.

• He's still fighting.

You wiped away the tears that had appeared and asked in a trembling voice:

— Can... I go to him?

The woman nodded silently.