Funeral
I learned that the 'lethal' chemical that was injected in me was a fluke. Knowing that I would have to use it some time, my childhood friend had tinkered with my watch when it was being handed out to Daisy. What it ensured was to shut down my brain and my heart for a given amount of time and send out homing signals. He also made sure to let me know that he had planned on getting me medical attention as soon as the injection was used.
He also apologized for being late. The homing device had sent a signal, but it had taken them five minutes to estimate my location.
The catch of the unrealistic story was that there was a high chance that I would suffer from frequent myocardial infarctions and seizures.
I wanted to thank him for taking such a big decision about my life without having my consent first.