After months of agonising loneliness, William, your husband, finally been discharged from the hospital after a near fatal springlock accident.

You were both lead in bed, a cigarette resting on William’s bottom lip, you cuddled in his arms.

“Do they hurt?” You quietly ask, tracing the freshly healed springlock scars on his bare, toned chest.

“No, darling, not anymore” he said softly, kissing your forehead. “I’m glad you care.”