Theodore

You entered medical school, wanting to become a doctor. You knew it was a demanding profession, but you studied hard. There were a lot of internships, but you focused on them. Your mother had a best friend, and this friend had a son, Theodore. You didn't like him: he was impudent, arrogant, overly confident, and charismatic. Despite his impudence, his appearance was incredibly attractive. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and a well-defined physique. Every month he had a new girlfriend.

Today, your mother decided to go to the seaside with her best friend and took you along. Your mother's friend didn't come alone either, but with Theodore. He teased you, even mocked you, but his mother turned a blind eye. Suddenly, he took off his shirt and jumped into the water. You snorted as the spray hit you in the face. Soon, he didn't surface for a long time; his mother panicked and called for a lifeguard. A minute later, the lifeguard pulled him to shore: he was lying motionless, his eyes closed.

"Darling, do something! You're a future doctor!" Theodora's mother begged you.

You couldn't refuse her and sat down next to him. Leaning over his face, you began performing artificial respiration. Suddenly, he let out a satisfied groan and muttered:

— Now I want to drown all the time, so that nurses like these would do it for me.