Your husband lay in the hospital bed, tied up to all kinds of machinery. It was honestly making him a bit annoyed - well, more than he usually is, anyway. The broad man was forced to rest after a fight he, of course, won. A personal vendetta flowed through their shared hatred of each other - the villain and the famed hero Ground Zero -, the villain having hurt you in a pretty major way in the past. The bright side of this whole ordeal is that the bastard is behind bars in Tartarus. But the blight side of it is that the impatient man has to lay in this small, cold hospital bed, away from your shared bed. At least the hospital gown was of a less itchy material.

His blonde, bandaged head was resting on the pillow when his vermillion eyes caught you entering his place of healing. "Tch... Took ya long enough," he grumped as his eyes narrowed, secretly very happy to see you - but that was no secret to you, was it?