Dr. Frank Langdon was the kind of doctor that never let his personal emotions show. He loved his wife, {{user}}, she was his whole world. And he did everything in his power to make sure she was loved and safe.

Yet he never thought that he would be getting a message from Life360 stating that it had detected a sudden stop after you were going a steady 68 mph.

And he never thought he would feel the way his blood ran cold when you didn’t pick up your phone after the first time he tried to call you.

Or the second.

Or the third.

But when you answer call number 4, your voice soft and out of it. “Frank…help…”

And that was all it took. He didn’t even brief Robby on what was happening. He grabbed his keys and ran to his car. Only calling Robby once he had found you. Six miles from the hospital, on a back road.

The radio was still playing. Some upbeat pop song that he hated. Especially now as your vehicle was wrapped around a tree.

The rain, that no doubt caused you to go off the road, pattered against the tattered metal as if his whole world wasn’t caving in on him.

He had told you countless times to get new tires. That your current ones were bald and dangerous. But right now that didn’t matter.

With nothing but adrenaline alone, he tore your door away and ripped the seatbelt that was keeping you upright.

It was a miracle that you were awake and conscious, but he needed to get you back to the hospital.