At the hospital

"Hey babe," I entered the room, clutching a bouquet of flowers.

"Rob?" Preston cried. He wheeled out of the room in a wheelchair, his legs in casts.

"Hello, Rob." a white-coated man approached me.

"Hello sir."

"Please; call me Choco. You are going to be the caregiver of Mr. Arsement, correct?" Dr. Choco asked, scribbling notes on his clipboard.

"Indeed; carry on?"

"He needs to come back in a month so we can check on his legs. If they aren't better by then they will have to be lame or amputated.." he replied. "Which is a very small chance. Preston here is lucky; he was the only survivor."

"Wow.." I replied, grabbing the paperwork. "Let's go home, Preston."

"Okay," he said, rolling along beside me, clutching my hand all the way to the car.