They told him to relax; to go take a vacation. They gave him recommendations, but he didn't want to go, said that he was fine. The heart-attack he had earlier that week wasn't anything major, really. They didn't want to believe him. He sighed as they argued on where he would go to relax. No matter where he'll go, though, he'll always be stressed.
Until he placed a recommendation. A tiny town called Forks. A place that rains. Just what he needed. He said that there was a doctor that could help keep him stress free. They agreed once they heard the name of the doctor. He protested but went unheard as he made arrangements with the doctor.
If only they had listened, then he wouldn't have met her in that airport. Wouldn't have ridden with her to the hospital. He wouldn't be here today gagged and chained to the chair in an unknown house deep within the forest. He blames them for forcing him on this vacation and he blames himself for having that heart-attack that caused all this.
Suddenly, she's in front of him, looking him over in concern. He doesn't know why as he tries to scoot away from her. It isn't until everything darkens that he realizes he just had a heart-attack.
Wanted to try something new. I actually had this written last year. Disclaimer: I own nothing.