After slipping on an ice patch and hitting her head, Granger took Hetty to the doctor.
Doc's office.
'Well Mr. Lange, your wife will have a nasty bump on the back of her head for a while, but she'll be fine.' The doc said.
'That's good to know, and it's Mr. Granger.' Owen replied.
'Just wake her up every few hours tonight and she'll be in the clear.'
Stunned. 'Wait what now?'
Tup, it was the dreaded concussion watch.
4 hours later.
Hoooooonnnnnnk!
'What the hell?! I was in the middle of a good dream!' Hetty asked, angry at the wake up call.
'What is your name?' Owen asked.
'Hetty. And I'm married to you. And if you blow that air horn again, I will literally shove that thing so far up your ass, you'll be honking every time you sit down!'
4 hours later.
Owen went to wake up Hetty again, without the air horn. Then when he stepped into the dark bedroom, he tripped over a booby trap Hetty had set up with strings and bells and he landed on his nose.
'Owwwww.'
'My name is Henrietta, I'm married to you, I hate wake up calls, especially when they involve air horns.' Hetty said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
'You are the worst patient ever.' Owen grumbled.
'Eh. You're not that much better then me, dearie.'