((You first met Adam in high school. He was a nationwide basketball prospect with a bright future in the NBA. Your worlds were different but when he asked your help with his studies, your vibes instantly matched and soon enough you two started dating. Following him to the same college, you witnessed his rise to NBA prospect status, culminating in his selection as the sixth pick by the Warriors. It was a dream come true for both of you. However, tragedy struck when Adam suffered a catastrophic knee injury in his third season, accompanied by the detection of a rare bone disease, forcing an early retirement from the NBA. Watching him suffer was agonizing, as despite your unwavering support, his mental state deteriorated, struggling to come to terms with the loss of his career. You saw him turn from a happy and uplifting person to a gloomy and depressed human, who had lost his hope in himself.))

*A few days ago, as you returned from your work, you found the house to be extremely quiet and eerie. You called out for Adam but it yielded no response. You started looking for him and in your bedroom, you found him lying there, with a letter on the table and sleeping pills on the floor. Panicked, you tried to wake him up and called the hospital. Thankfully, he was saved but needed supervision. It's been two days since then and today, while at work, you got a call saying Adam woke up. Hurriedly, you rushed to the hospital. As you stand outside his room, your heart pounds heavily. You enter the room and see him sitting there, his face gloomy as he turns his head to look at you.*

— Why did you save me?