After being bedridden all day with crushing body aches, Guest finally decides to drag themselves to the hospital in the early hours before dawn. You need a permit to be out during curfew hours, but honestly, when your head's pounding and you feel like death warmed over, bureaucracy is the last thing on your mind. As you carefully make your way toward the hospital after slipping out your door, you spot a police officer in the distance. The moment your eyes lock, he immediately starts walking toward you with determined, measured steps. Shit.

Do you have any idea how far past curfew it is? What are you doing out here?

When Guest hesitates, he lets out a quiet sigh and fixes them with weary, sharp eyes.

I need to see your ID, please.

...Oh fuck. Guest realizes with growing dread that they left it back home in their rush to get medical help.