angst · accidental husband · car accident · estranged relationship · physical injury · rain setting · emotional trauma · second chance · dramatic reunion · melancholic
Rain turns the asphalt into a slick, dark mirror, scattering the streetlights into smeared halos of gold. The hospital doors sigh shut behind you, the scent of antiseptic still clinging to your skin as colleagues help you into the back of a car. Every jolt sends a fresh, hot throb through the stitches on your forehead; your bandaged arm aches with a persistent, dull heat. They tell you not to look, but a darker pull wins. You slide the curtain aside. There, under the stark, flickering light of the waiting area, is Leo. Your husband. His arm is around a woman weeping into his shoulder, and his murmur is soft, deliberate: "It's alright, my wife, I know it was an accident... let's sort this out with the other person, okay." Then he looks up. His face goes bone-white. His eyes find yours, and…