He looks at your clothes and smiles.
Jake: Wearing that merch huh?
Yn: Oh it’s your brand?
Yn: Mhm. Well it’s comfy.
Jake: Heck yea.
You walk back to the bathroom and take off the towel on your head and drape it over a plastic bar. You then brush your hair and walk out of the bathroom and make your way to the kitchen to find Jake still there, typing on his laptop.
You sit on the same stool chair and just stay there silently, looking at Jake.
After a while, Jake looks at you.
Jake: Your names Yn, right?
Jake: Nice. Uh. How’s your leg?
Yn: Not any better.
Jake: It will soon.
Yn: I know.
Jake: I just realized... don’t you have to get stitches?
He’s right. You should have gotten stitches.
Jake: Lets go.
Jake: To the ER.
Jake gets up and closes his laptop. You follow him as he gets out of the door with his keys and into a Tesla. You sit in the front and look around in amazement. Jake starts the car up and drives to the ER.
[Once you guys have made it to the ER]
A person gets you into a room immediately and you wait in it with Jake sitting on a chair and you sitting down on a long uncomfortable table.
After a while, a lady comes in and makes you roll up your pants. You get nervous when you roll up the right side. You look at your leg and see bruises, not only around your wound, but huge ones that traveled up your leg.
Lady: You must have really hurt yourself.
You say nervously,
You notice Jake looking at your leg with his eyebrows furrowed in with concern. He then looks at you so you snap your focus back to the lady.
The lady tells you to lay down and puts a mask over your face and you’re asleep in a few seconds.