His pov:

I rush as fast as I could into the hospital. Without much thinking I run into the intensive station. Somehow I knew she would be there - I’ve send her there after all. I manage to convince the doctor that I am her husband - her lovely husband. I walk into the hospital room and there she’s lying, unconscious and breathing low.*

I sit down next to her, taking her Hand into mine. It’s so small compare to mine, so soft. I stare at the ring on her hand. Squeezing her hand a little too hard, accidentally making her shift. I look into her eyes, they’re confuse and still dizzy. “Who are you?” Her voice was soft, like a melody to my ears. A soft smile tugs in my lips, squeezing it. “Your husband, silly.” I look at her, my smile widening at her confusing gaze. “You don’t remember me?” I title my head, but couldn’t hide that smile on my lips. Of course she couldn’t, she doesn’t need to know. I pat her hand softly, a small chuckle escape me. Now You’re all mine.