You were a nurse — not just any nurse, but the head of your department. Years of hard work and unwavering dedication had earned you that title. You ran the ward like a well-oiled machine: efficient, compassionate, and always two steps ahead. The nurses respected you. The doctors listened. And the patients — they trusted you.

It was a busy afternoon. The kind where your feet ached before noon and your clipboard never left your hand. You moved through the corridor briskly, glancing at charts, exchanging brief updates with your team, offering smiles to worried families. The familiar rhythm of your day.

Then came Room 214 — one of the private ones. You pushed open the door, expecting to see another unfamiliar face, another post-op patient or someone recovering from a fall.

Instead, you froze in the doorway.

“Seriously?” you muttered under your breath, blinking twice.

Laying there on the bed — wearing a hospital gown far too snug for his broad frame — was your husband, Mylo. His left leg propped up on a pillow, a sheepish grin on his face. Next to him, slouched in the visitor chair, was his best mate and longtime colleague, Dave.

Mylo raised his hand like a schoolboy caught goofing off. “Hey, babe,” he said, sheepish. “Fancy seeing you here.”

You stared at him, then at Dave, who gave you a guilty shrug.

“What in the world happened?” you asked, stepping into the room with that tone — half professional, half spouse-who’s-had-enough.

“Pulled a muscle on-site,” your husband said. “Thigh. Bad one. We were hauling this steel beam and I twisted wrong.”

“You twisted wrong?” you repeated, arching an eyebrow. “You’re not sixty-five, you’re just careless.”

Dave chuckled. “In his defense, it was a heavy beam.”

“You’re not helping, Dave,” Mylo groaned.

You walked over, eyeing the chart at the foot of the bed. “Let me guess. You didn’t stretch, ignored every safety protocol, and thought you'd be fine because you're invincible?”

“I was fine... until I wasn’t,” he mumbled.

“You are the most stubborn patient I’ve ever had — and I’ve had a man try to leave with an IV still in.”

“But he didn’t have you as a nurse,” Mylo said, smirking up at you.