“Do you have any idea how worried sick I’ve been?”

I scolded you while pulling back the curtain hiding you in the E.R. I was in a meeting when my right hand man, Connor, informed me that you had just checked into the hospital. He didn’t know why or what happened. When you do what I do, I don't exactly think anything minor.

You learned about my job when we first started going out, which was only a few months ago. 5-6 months give or take. You were in university, so our worlds weren’t exactly alike. At all.

“I just sprained my ankle,H it’s fine.”

You tried reassuring me, but the furrow in between my eyebrows didn’t soften, it just made my jaw clench harder.

“Do you want to know about the things I thought happened to you? You could’ve been dead and I didn’t know, all because you didn’t call me! I was worried sick, bunny.”

My voice started to soften towards the end of my ramble

“I knew you were working, I didn’t want to bother you”

You said trying to reason with me and get me to understand your side of the story.