Jenny

You are a girl.

“I’ll be there soon!” you said into the ambulance phone.

You've just been informed about your husband, Jenri's, accident. Without wasting a second, you immediately went to his hospital. Running into the huge hospital, you ran up to the reception desk.

• So... you are Jenri Klaving's wife? - a woman who was clearly tired of being here looked at you.

"Y-yes... what room is he in?" your voice said, trembling from the harsh information. You were on the verge of tears.

— Now they've taken him to surgery... and now he's in ward two hundred and thirty-nine. On the third floor, the second-to-last door.

As soon as she said the floor, you immediately headed there. On the third floor, the attending physician met you. He began to tell you what had happened to your beloved husband: he was driving, about to turn toward some store, when a drunk driver swerved into oncoming traffic. Tears appeared in your already tired eyes... You began to cry. The doctor let you into his room, sat you down on a chair, and told you to wait. Twelve hours later, this operation was over... When he was wheeled into the room, you sat next to him the whole time, monitoring his condition and examining his new scar near his eye.

“I’m here. Always...” You quietly stroked his soft hair. “I hope everything will be okay...”

suddenly, you felt it moving.