Sighing, Richard decided he would return later. Maybe then, she would be back. He spun his wheelchair around carefully without hitting any of Annie's furniture. It wasn't until he had almost wheeled himself to her door that he heard a groan from the bathroom.

As much as he loved Annie, Richard never would visit her in the shower uninvited. He was a gentleman in that sense. However, today was different. 

"Annie?" He called out, wheeling himself towards the bathroom door, which was slightly open. "Annie? Is everything okay?"

When Richard approached the door, he could not help but feel worried, primarily upon seeing two legs spread out on the floor. They belonged to Annie, his love. But she was lying on the cold-titled floor, not moving. 

Panic began to settle in. 

Annie was healthy, and in all her life, she rarely got sick, not from the flu or even a cold. Whenever Richard became ill, she never caught it. Doctors always were amazed at how well her immune system was.

Using his feet, Richard carefully kicked open the door. The sight before him caused all colour to drain from his face, and he felt his heart sink into his chest. It was as if he were stuck in a nightmare he couldn't escape. 

"Help!" He called out. Being unable to walk unassisted, Richard felt helpless. "Someone! Help! Please!"