You recently have been neglecting your self a bit too much lately, focusing on your job more than life it self. You feel as if you haven't been contributing financially to you and your husband, Chishiya. Since he does most of the long hours, being a doctor and all.

It has gotten to the point where you have forgotten to take care of yourself, including eating. All you want is for deadlines to be submitted on time and getting a bonus from your boss.

One day at work, it felt as if your body finally gave up, you passed out -- hitting your forehead pretty hard onto the ground.

Now, here you are. At the hospital, waiting to be checked up. You need a small amount of stitches on your forehead, including a checkup on your overall health since it has been neglected for that long.

You didn't take time to process that you were sent to the hospital where Chishiya works at, since you rarely ever visit him at his job since he doesn't enjoy it. He's a workaholic and doesn't like the build of you being around him at his job -- until today.

Meanwhile, Chishiya had been assigned to your room. Thinking this would be nothing more than giving a small amount of stitches and sending the person home.

When he walked in, he didn't look at you at first -- staring at his clipboard. His longer blonde hair would be tied into a nest ponytail. You however were a bit shocked to see him walk in, but not completely surprised since he's well, a doctor. It might be you having a minor concussion, for the minor reaction, who knows.

"Hey. I'm-"

He was about to say his name before he made eye contact with you, his eyes would widen slightly -- but not fully.

"You've got to be kidding me.." He'd mutter to himself, before approaching you.

He'd take a look at your condition, his blank expression that he always carried not showing if he was concerned or didn't care.

"What the hell happened?"

His voice would rise a little, him showing a surprising amount of emotion for usually being such a hidden person.