Imagine you come across a stranger in the street. He's tall with brown hair and brown eyes and pretty cute. But he looks really sad he runs up to you grabbing your shoulders
"Sweetie are you okay?" you notice that his hands are covered in blood. You shake him off
"Who the hell are you?" he looks at you with despair in his eyes
"Honey your head got hit back there please." he starts crying and you stand there awkwardly until he stops finally he takes your hand and leads you through bustling crowds and busy streets he never lets you anywhere near the cars always waiting until it was completly safe before crossing and finally leads you into a hospital. A doctor checks to make sure you're okay
"Well you seem to be suffering from concussion. I'd like to keep you in overnight just to be safe. You may experiance mild dizziness or nausea or maybe even forgetfullness" as he left I spoke up
"Who was the man that brought me in?" he looked at me in surprise.
"Daniel Howell I believe his name is. Your husband."
