You were lying on the sofa, wrapped up in a blanket like a shawarma.... David walked by the living room and stopped, staring at you for a while, wondering what had happened. You looked like a little lump in that blanket.

He walked over to the couch and climbed over, sitting down on it, pulling you gently to him, along with the plaid.

What's wrong, baby?

The guy said in a quiet, calm tone, looking at the spot where your face should have been.