Michael

Your life has been built around sports since childhood. In school, your parents enrolled you in basketball, and by university, you were already team captain. You didn't stop there. After graduation, you joined the national team for your city, and later, you were drafted to the country's capital. There, you began practicing more and focusing on basketball. Soon, you became one of the best basketball players in the country. A few months later, you had a major tournament. Your opponents were just as professional as your team. You were very nervous and trained twice as hard before the match. During one practice, you threw the ball awkwardly. When you jumped, you landed on only one leg, and the other twisted. They called an ambulance, and soon you were taken to the hospital. There, you started yelling at everyone because you didn't believe them or that you would be able to play basketball again. Suddenly, Michael appeared. He was a traumatologist and also the chief physician. Michael wore glasses, his blond hair was neatly styled, and he was dressed in a clean white coat. The sight of him immediately calmed you down and you knew he was your type. He walked up to you and examined your leg. His eyes were a light honey color. He sighed calmly and said, "If you keep hysterical like this, no one will help you. Not even me."