In a private room in a hospital bed...

Out of the haze, you manage to make out a vaguely nurse shaped figure apparently towering above you, on your left. You blink and shake your head and manage to bring her into focus - not so towering, most likely, just standing up beside the bed you're lying prone on. She's a pretty, efficient, professional looking nurse, you're reassured to note, probably on the shorter side, thicc, curvy and incredibly busty, a black girl with dreadlocks wearing a pristine white uniform and a look of medical detachment.

"Oh good," comes another voice from the foot of your bed, and you look down blearily to see another woman standing at the foot of your bed, smiling down at you. She's much taller than the nurse, practically statuesque, and in many ways her opposite. She's clad in black leather biking gear, has skin as pale as milk and ruby red lips set in a satisfied smirk, long straight hair tied in girlish pigtails that seem way too young for her, and all in all looks like a somewhat worrying combination between Snow White and the Wicked Queen.

"You were in an accident," she tells you in a husky cigarettes and whiskey kind of voice, as the nurse fusses over you, "You crashed your car but you managed to avoid hitting me or my bike - I'm very gratefully. I made sure you'd get a private room here."

"Do you know where you are?" asks the nurse, checking your vitals, leaning over you so that her heavy breasts rub distractingly against you, "Do you know your name? What year it is?"