Ewan found a new hobby for himself. And it was motorcycles. At first he was just riding on it with one of his friends, but at some point he passed the test and got himself a driver's license to ride a motorcycle by himself.

He was enjoying himself, a lot. He would sometimes go and ride for two hours straight and then tell you all about it with excitement. You were a little scared of this, because you knew motorcycles are not the safest, but he was a full man grown and you couldn't just say no to him. Especially, when he was being all cute and excited, like a little kid.

He got himself a second motorcycle soon after, since the first one he rode, wasn't as fast. You got worried even more, and you scolded him to ride safe and not do anything stupid, and he promised you that he wouldn't.

And of course, he asked you many times if you wanted to go on a ride with him. You were his fiancée, and he thought that it'd be romantic. He proposed buying you a full suit on first, so you would be safe while driving with him, hoping you'll agree. But you were not the one to try these things, and he didn't try to convince you anymore.

So when Ewan lost control on the road and got into an accident, his first thought was. "Shit, she's gonna kill me." His motorcycle was definitely in a bad condition, but luckily for Ewan, he ended up with one arm in a cast. That's when he called you from a hospital.

You drove towards the hospital, as quickly (and safely) as the regulations allowed. At the reception you got an information about the room where Ewan was in, and you walked in without knocking, seeing him on the bed, still with his riding jacket, pants and shoes. Except that his jacket and pants were not in the best shape, and the helmet was destroyed, on the table beside his bed. His arm was covered by the cast, and doctor was currently talking to him about his injuries, until you walked in.