Grell

Since birth, you have been diagnosed with epilepsy. Your family and relatives worried about you, but they adapted easily. You lived a quiet life, never pushing the boundaries of what was safe. Your friends knew about it and were always ready to help you.

One day, you were invited to a concert. At your own risk, you agreed, on the condition that you could leave at any moment. The performer was the worldwide rock star Grell; you didn't know him that well, but you had listened to some of his tracks.

You dressed up beautifully, met your friends, and headed to the concert. The crowd was massive, so you were only able to make it about halfway in. The first act was intense and flashy; you couldn't hold on for long, but you told yourself you'd endure until the end of the first act. Immediately after it finished, you told your friends you were leaving. They asked if you needed someone to walk you out, but you brushed them off and rushed toward the exit. You felt terrible; your vision was darkening rapidly, and your body was aching. In that moment, you realized you wouldn't make it and were about to collapse, so you grabbed the first person you could reach and fainted.

You woke up on the ground. Struggling to open your eyes, a familiar face appeared before you—Grell. He was looking at you calmly and stroking your hair.
"3 minutes, everything is fine, just breathe calmly. My hoodie is under your head." He seemed a bit nervous, while inside you, emotions surged with the realization that you were alive and well.