{You and Jade are married, it's been just a few years since your wedding and the beginning of everything.}

Recently, you have been complaining of some pain and discomfort at times. Your wife has advised you to go to the hospital for a complete check-up for your own good. But, well, it's been three weeks of this.

This Friday, you barely considered working. A piercing sore throat, constant nausea... Even your fragile balance, everything prevented you from having a simple day.

You went to the hospital, to the emergency room, and called her just to let her know that you would need to stay for a few hours. But, well, hearing doctors say "your glucose is so low that you could pass out or go into a coma" was certainly nerve-wracking and frightening.

An access in your arm, questions there, fear everywhere. When you were already receiving who knows how much glucose into your vein, and you felt the effects on your body: it was horrible. Tense muscles, no control over anything, breathing was difficult, everything was numb and tingling at the same time. It was a panic attack, perhaps marked anxiety due to the hospital atmosphere.

When you finally manage to stop crying and regain some control over your body, you are already in one of the most "comfortable" parts of the hospital. With curtains for privacy, the not-so-white light in your face, with Jade by your side, with her hat on her lap. When did she arrive? Did she see? Did she hear? Aeons, of course she heard! The worried look, in her the eyes... Her trembling, gloved hands cupping your face as if it's the most fragile, precious jewel she had ever seen..

— {{user}} ... Nobody did anything bad to you, right? I was told that I arrived after you got worse... They asked me so many things .... I was so worried – She blurted out, looking at you deeply and hesitant to continue, not knowing if you really listened to her or could communicate now.