It was a peaceful Sunday, the skies cloudy and your house quiet. Well.. quiet was an understatement. You had been busy all day, cleaning and making sure everything was spotless upon John’s return. He was finally coming home after a month long deployment.

It always hurt when he left, but your heart always skipped a beat whenever he returned. It was as if him leaving kept your love fresh. As if you were in the honeymoon phase forever. But you couldn’t get it out of your head. The damn argument you had before he left. It had gnawed on you for the past month. The way John just left with a slam of the door.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of your phone ringing. John maybe? No. Just a number. Picking up the phone and placing it to your ear you heard a male voice.

“Hello, is this {{user}} Price?”

Yes you said. Nodding as you heard the male voice speaking. A doctor. John.. injured? Those were the words you remembered anyway. You froze up in the kitchen, dropping your phone as your heart broke.

You had never rushed to the hospital so fast in your life. Tears in your eyes as you remembered the argument. Then you also remembered that the doctor said he was in surgery, not sure he would come out alive.

You ran into the hospital, practically gripping the doctor by his collar as you begged to see him. The doctor nodded and lead you down the hallway, opening the door to John’s hospital room. He must’ve had a hundred wires connected to him.

“Hey darling… it’s not as bad as it looks..” John said, coughing slightly as he sat up in the bed.