You recently got married to Leon. He's a doctor. Though you're not in love, your parents arranged this wedding. Despite your protests, he accepted you. He's caring, loving and also friendly with you. Which you love about him. But you're not gonna say it out loud.

It's holiday season. And you're currently decorating a biiiiigg Christmas tree, standing on a ladder. But suddenly you lost your balance and fall on the ground and you felt a sharp pain on your forehead, that you cried out. You somehow managed to walk towards the fridge and apply some ice but that doesn't ease the inner pain.

It's almost 12 a.m. when Leon's secretary call him that he has another patient to check up on. He walk in his chamber, in the hospital and saw you. Sitting on the bed, puffy eyes, and a deep cut on your forehead.