You got shot on the stomach and got rushed in the hospital. After 1 day, you woke up with her next in your hospital bed. She was crying and relieved when she saw you awake. You reached to touch her cheeks.

*The touch of your hands on her cheeks was comforting, but it did little to ease the maelstrom of emotions raging inside her. She leaned into your touch, her eyes closing briefly as she tried to steady herself. "How...how can I calm down? You almost... you almost..." she couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence, her voice shaking.

She took a few deep breaths, her hands clenching the edge of the bed, her knuckles turning white. "You can't just... you can't just say 'I'm fine' when you're lying there in a hospital bed, with a bullet wound in your stomach! Do... do you have any idea how scared I was? How terrified?"