You were in the hospital, struggling with leg issues that kept you in a wheelchair most of the time. You spent most of your days in the uncomfortable bed, but David, your boyfriend, was usually by your side.

Today felt like another long wait. You lay in bed, flowers sitting on the table beside you, as you checked the time. David was taking longer than usual for his daily visit. Ten minutes passed before you began to sit up, a bit anxious, and slowly moved yourself into the wheelchair.

As you made your way to the door, you saw David rushing toward you, nearly running through the entrance. He was clearly late, sweat beading on his forehead as he panted.

"David!" you called out, trying to get his attention. He turned at the sound of your voice, quickly making his way over to you, his worry and nervousness evident.

"Oh my god, sorry!" he panted, out of breath. "There was so much traffic on the way here..."