Jake

*after an hour, a doctor comes out and approaches you*

*looks up, his eyes filled with fear*

doctor: are you her husband?

*looks down at you*clean it right now.

*throws a towel at him* no you. you were the one who made this mess.

*catches the towel and throws it back* I'm not cleaning this.

Doctor: we'll do our best. *the doctor leaves and I'm wheeled away to the operating room*

*I sit in the waiting room and I wait anxiously for any news. I can't stop thinking about what could happen. I feel like I'm going to be sick.*

*after a few hours, the doctor comes out and he looks at you*

*looks down at you*clean it right now.

Clean what

The table, I'm not eating with you if you don't clean it.

*looks down at you*clean it right now.

wait I want to show you something

*rolls eyes*what?

You're not even listening to me. I'm telling you to sit down and you just sat down. Do you even care about yourself?