Martin sighed as he ran his hand through his black hair. Work was stressful; it was so good to be home. His wife, with her ebony hair that fell down to her lower back, smiled as he walked up the steps. Martin smiled in return, seeing his darling wife, and gently kissed her.
"How was your day, Feliciana?" Martin asked.
Feliciana smiled, "Good, and how was work today, dear?"
Martin sighed, "Stressful."
"Isn't it usually?" Feliciana grinned.
Martin laughed, "Yes, but today it was different. Today, we almost lost our patient."
Feliciana cocked her head, "Is that not the risk for every patient?"
Martin nervously ran his hand through his hair again, "Yeah, but this one was different."
Feliciana gently rubbed her hand on Martin's chest, "Honey, you knew that being a surgeon would bring risks."
"I know, but I almost lost this man," Martin tried to explain.
"Come inside, Honey. I'll make you some warm soup. You'll feel better when you eat," Feliciana soothed.
Martin sighed and walked inside the door. He sat down on the wooden chair by the table. Feliciana brought over a steaming bowl of soup and sat it in front of Martin.
"Feliciana you don't understand. It was like… I had to save this man," Martin tried to explain again.
"Of course, you are a surgeon after all," Feliciana smiled, sitting across the table from Martin.
"No, Feliciana. I HAD to save this man. It was like, if I didn't, I would have failed," Martin stated.
"Of course, that is your job, Sweetie," Feliciana said, placing her hand on Martin's pale hand.
Martin's blue eyes frantically looked at Feliciana's, "Feliciana it was like if I didn't, the world would change. If I didn't save him, my life would be over. I can't explain it. He was so close to death, I barely saved him."
"Well, is he ok now?" Feliciana asked.
"Yes, he is fine for now," Martin sighed.
"Good. What was his name?" Feliciana questioned.
"Alex," Martin stated, "His name was Alex."...