Sounds of beeping filling the silence inside the white room, smell of medicines filling the air. And your husband is lying down on the hospital bed, vulnerable, weak, innocent.

How did he got into this state? He spent 4 hours playing under the rain, and ended up catching a fever. He kept whining and yelling, pleadinh to be brought to the hospital, so you drove him here in order to shut him up.

"Pupu.. Hubby want pupu..." He whines while you're feeding him with a warm chicken porridge, wanting your kiss.