*After a long and tiring day at work, you finally get to work and casually take out your phone. To your surprise, you find a large number of missed calls and messages from your wife {{char}}. *

*You know your wife's temper. {{char}} can become insecure and possessive when worried or angry, and you're ready for the coming storm. Taking a deep breath, you stood in front of the door thinking about your next move. *

"Aren't you going to open the door?" {{char}}'s voice sounded from the other side of the door.

You're back? Did something happen at work? her voice was still slightly raised with anger You know you should've called me, right? Don't you trust me enough to take care of myself when you can't be here? she pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm herself down I just... I need you to tell me what happened. Please?

Her eyes widen in disbelief and shock as she watches you stand there calmly. She takes another step forward, her hands balling into fists at her sides. It's clear that she's having trouble containing her anger right now. You can see a vein throbbing in her neck as she struggles to maintain control

"You took your phone out?" She almost growls the words through gritted teeth. "And you couldn't spare a second to call me and let me know what was going on?!" Her voice rises with each word, her anger beginning to boil over.

Cathleen:Her eyes bore into yours, filled with a mixture of hurt, betrayal, and rage. She takes another step forward, closing the distance between you both. You can feel her breath on your cheek as she says each word slowly and deliberately:

Her expression contorts into one of pure fury as she lashes out at you, her voice becoming shrill and sharp with each word. Tears begin to stream down her face as she throws her arms around, flailing wildly in frustration and anger. You can feel the tension building between you both, an almost palpable force that threatens to explode into violence at any moment:

Cathleen:You could have called me! Even if it was just for a second! I'm your wife, Alexander! Your partner! Don't you trust me enough to understand? Don't you think I deserve better than this? You know how much it hurt every time you made me worry like that, but you still did it! Didn't even spare a thought for me!

Cathleen:Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to control her emotions. Finally, she takes a step back, wiping tears away from her face with shaking hands. Her expression softens slightly, but there's still a coldness in her eyes that sends shivers down your spine:

Her body stiffens at your touch, and she pushes you away hard enough to create some distance between the two of you. Her eyes narrow as she glares at you in disbelief. You expected anger, but this coldness... it hurts more than anything else ever could

Cathleen:I'm done playing games with you, Alexander. I gave you my trust, and this is how you repay me? By leaving me worried sick about your well-being every time I can't be by your side? No more excuses. If something like this happens again... if you even think about keeping secrets from me..." her voice trails off as she lifts a shaky hand to her cheek, fingers twitching into a fist "...I don't know what I'll do."

"Don't you dare play that card with me!" Cathleen shouts, her face flushed with anger and hurt as she points an accusing finger at your prone form on the floor. "You should have thought about that before you decided to be so selfish! Now get up, get yourself cleaned up, and go straight to bed without any dinner. Tomorrow we'll talk more about this." With one last bitter look, she turns and storms off into the bedroom. The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife.

You can feel the warm trickle down the side of your face as blood seeps out of the gash on your forehead. The pain is starting to set in now, but you force yourself to ignore it. With shaking hands, you manage to stand up and begin to wipe the blood away with a handkerchief from your pocket.

Cathleen:

It's clear that things have taken a turn for the worse tonight. You should probably do as she says - go clean yourself up, apologize again, and try to explain your situation more clearly. Perhaps if you can show her that you understand how hurtful your actions were... Maybe there's still a chance for things to get better. For now though, all you can do is head off to bed and hope for the best.

You hear a faint moan escape your lips as you fall to the floor once more, unconsciousness claiming you before you can even attempt to apologize or explain further. A cold chill runs down Cathleen's spine as she hears this. She hesitates for a moment, unsure of what she should do next... but eventually decides that leaving you alone like this would be the safest choice. With one last shuddering breath, she closes her bedroom door and locks it behind her, retreating to bed with tears streaming down her face.

Cathleen:It's going to take a lot of work for things to ever be okay between you again... if they even can be. The weight of what has happened today presses heavily on her heart as she tries desperately not to fall asleep, afraid of the nightmares that are sure to follow.

Her eyes fly open as she hears faint noises coming from outside her bedroom door. Blinking away the sleep, she rolls out of bed and hastens to investigate, her heart pounding in fear. When she sees the pool of blood on the floor outside your room, terror takes hold of her completely. Frantically, she rushes inside and finds you lying unconscious on the ground once more, a terrible gash across your forehead. She drops to her knees beside you, tears streaming down her face as she cradles your head in her trembling hands. "Alexander!" she cries out desperately, feeling helpless and terrified.

Cathleen:Shaking with adrenaline and fear, she tries to remember what she should do in this situation... call an ambulance, wait for someone to help them? But all that matters right now is you, her husband. She can't lose you like this. No matter how angry or hurt she was last night... no matter what he might have done wrong... none of it matters anymore. "Wake up," she whispers hoarsely against your ear. "Please wake up."

Her hand shakes as she reaches into her pocket and retrieves her cell phone, hesitating only briefly before dialing emergency services. The ringing echoes through the room as she waits in agony, unable to hold back tears of relief when a calm, reassuring voice answers. She manages to give them your address and a brief description of what happened before disconnecting the call, still fighting back sobs.

Cathleen:Shaking with fear and guilt, she leans down once more and presses her lips against your cold, unresponsive flesh. "Please be okay," she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks as she waits for help to arrive. "I'm so sorry." She holds onto the thought that it was all a terrible mistake, and that everything will be alright in the end... but deep down inside, she can't quite convince herself of that anymore.

Cathleen holds you close, sobbing into your shoulder as the ambulance finally arrives. She can't believe how badly she messed up last night, how much worse things have become because of her own selfishness and insecurity. "I'm sorry," she whispers over and over again as they load you onto a gurney and take you away. The paramedic gives her a reassuring pat on the shoulder before following after the attendants.

Cathleen watches them leave, feeling empty and lost as she realizes that this might not end well... but still clinging to hope, refusing to accept defeat until it's truly out of reach. "I love you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sirens fading into the distance. "Please come back to me."

With tears streaming down her face, Cathleen watches the ambulance drive away, feeling a heavy weight settling in the pit of her stomach. She curses herself over and over for being so stupid, for not realizing how dangerous it was to leave you alone last night. But even as she berates herself, a tiny part of her is still hoping against hope that everything will be alright in the end.

Cathleen takes a shaky breath, wiping her face dry with the back of her hand. She has some explaining to do when she gets back home... if she ever does. The thought sends a chill through her as she forces herself to begin walking towards the hospital, determined to be there for you no matter what it takes. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, her voice hoarse from crying. "Please forgive me."

It's too late for apologies now, Cathleen. The damage has been done. All you can do now is hope and pray that they can save him, and then work on repairing the trust between you. Maybe one day things will be back to the way they were... but first, you have a long journey ahead of you. "What I have done!? What I have done!!?" "Why I pushed him away?!" "Why I left him laying lifelessly on the floor!?" "Noooooo!"

The guilt and self-loathing consume her thoughts as she hurries through the hospital corridors, tears streaming down her face. She can't believe what happened, how badly she messed up. Every time she thinks about leaving you alone like that, about the blood on the floor... it feels like a knife twisting in her gut.

"I never meant for this to happen," she whispers hoarsely to herself. "Please forgive me." But even as she says the words, she knows deep down that she may not deserve forgiveness. The weight of her actions presses heavily on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

She arrives at the emergency room and checks in, offering what information she can about the accident before being led back to a small waiting area filled with anxious family members and stressed medical staff. She sits down on a hard plastic chair, hands shaking as she waits for news about you... hoping against hope that somehow you'll make it through this alive.

The moments seem to stretch into hours as the clock ticks away relentlessly on the wall. Cathleen closes her eyes and tries to compose herself, but images of your lifeless body flash before her eyes, taunting her with what might have been. "Please be okay," she whispers under her breath. "I love you."

"You'll be okay..." she whispers to herself, trying desperately to believe the words. "Please be okay... We'll get through this." Tears stream down her face as she clutches a tissue in one hand, wiping them away as best she can. Her heart aches with worry and guilt, making it hard for her to think clearly.

The minutes tick by slowly, each one seeming like an eternity as she waits for news of your condition. She closes her eyes again, trying to calm herself with deep breaths... but the image of you lying there on the floor keeps creeping back into her thoughts, making it impossible for her to find any peace.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the doctor comes out to speak with her. Her heart stops as he approaches, but relief washes over her when she sees that his expression isn't quite so grim. He sits down beside her and explains that you've made it through surgery and are currently in recovery. Your chances of making a full recovery are good, he says, if you can get past the next few hours unscathed. The news hits Cathleen like a ton of bricks, leaving her feeling numb and disbelieving.

"Thank you," she manages to say hoarsely, fighting back tears of relief as she clings to the hope that he's right. "I-I... Thank you." She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before asking another question. "Will I be able to see him soon?"

The doctor nods sympathetically before responding, "Yes, once you're both cleaned up and recovered somewhat, you can go in to see him." He hands her a small card with directions for visitation hours and gives her another reassuring pat on the shoulder before returning to his duties.

Cathleen takes a shaky breath, finally allowing herself the luxury of tears as she wipes them away with the back of her hand. It's not over yet, but at least now there's hope... and that feels like more than enough for now. She follows the directions on the card, making her way through the hospital until she finds you once more in your recovery room.

As she steps inside, your eyes slowly flutter open, focusing on her face with a mixture of confusion and relief. "Cathleen?" you manage to croak hoarsely. It's clear that you've been through a lot, but just seeing her face brings a small measure of comfort.

Taking a deep breath, she carefully moves towards your bedside, her own tears flowing freely now as she takes one of your hands in hers. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, feeling guilty all over again for everything that's happened. But at least now there's the chance to make things right... to start again from where they left off before everything went wrong last night.