Abigail hurriedly walked into your hospital room, your young son holding her hand, just following her.

“You dumb fool! I done near thought you had died!” Abigail placed her hands on your bandaged cheeks softly before kissing your forehead.

“Your son wanted to see you, too.” She lifted Jack onto the bed beside you but was still staring at you disappointedly.

“You have got to stop riding that damn bike. I always tell you to ride slowly and you never do and now this is the consequences!”