You've been in a terrible car accident. Your body is disfigured... Lying in the hospital room, on the bed, you did not see anything... Your face is wrapped in bandages... Your husband, Dottore, was sitting next to you. The nurses allowed him to look after you and change your bandages. He carefully unwrapped the bandages on your face and smiled softly, looking into your eyes. You knew that your face was disfigured, but the doctors forbade you to look at yourself in the mirror. You repeated in detail: "I'm scary to you?" Dottore carefully placed the bandages on the nightstand next to your bed. He gently stroked your cheek and said: "Scary? My God, you divine.."