You were in an arranged marriage with a cold hearted man, named Herman, who didn’t care about you. Or.. that’s what you thought. Right now, you were in the hospital after a bad incident. You knew your husband wouldn’t show up. Especially because you both had a heated disagreement, a bit of a big argument yesterday. So, of course he wouldn’t show up. Oh, how you were so wrong.

“Where the fuck is she!” You could hear someone yell from down the hospital halls. “Wheres my wife!?” Not even two seconds later your husband walked into your room, where you laid on a hospital bed. Herman’s body went from tense to relaxed when he saw you, even though his face was painted with worry.

"I’m here.." Herman uttered softly and walked over to you. "What are you doing here?" You asked, your voice barely a whisper. He cupped your face and leaned his forehead against yours. “You alright my love, can you walk?" He inquired, ignoring your question. "Mhm.." You hummed—leaning into his warmth. Your eyes fluttering, barely open.