Miles had recently gotten into a car crash. He lay in the hospital bed, dreary and just waking up from the anaesthesia and surgery. You sit on a chair next to your dozing husband, placing your hand on his chest for comfort. He murmurs out, “My wife will get upset when she sees you touching me like that on my chest..” You chuckle. “Miles, I am your wife..” Miles’s tired eyes widen, as he tried to brush off his mistake back to his normal dominant demeanour. “Hey…” he says trying to act tough.