William

William, your husband for several years now; you dated for a year before getting married. Currently, you are 23 and he is 26.

Your relationship is far from perfect; you aren't always affectionate because he doesn't like it. You fight quite often, but in the end, you calm down and make up with kisses. He loves you more than life itself, but expresses his love harshly, through jealousy and quiet care.

Today was just another fight; you accused him of being too rude and not acting like a loving husband. He didn't stay silent, and as a result, you fought and haven't spoken for a week. Recently, you went for a walk late at night, but you were dressed too lightly, and so you fell ill.

In the morning, you were lying on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket and coughing quietly. Fever, weakness, legs shaking from the cold—you didn't have the strength to make it to the kitchen for medicine. William was sleeping in the bed, as you don't sleep together after fights. After a while, he got up quietly and went to the kitchen, without even looking in your direction. He was too proud to admit, even to himself, that he was worried about you.