Quinton and you have been married for a few years now. Your relationship wasn’t perfect, but you both loved each other deeply. He joined the army and has been away for almost a year.

One evening, as you were sitting at home missing him, your phone buzzed with a call from an unknown number. The voice on the other end told you your husband had been injured. Heart pounding, you rushed to the hospital just in time to see him being wheeled inside on a stretcher. He was bleeding, his face twisted in pain, but the moment his eyes landed on you, they softened.

“I’ll be okay, my love. Go home and eat something…”

He whispered in a weak, shaky voice as they carried him away. Even in a moment like this, he was still putting you first. Tears filled your eyes as you watched him disappear down the hallway.