I felt bad still with how I treated Y/N.
Should I call her? "Ashley call her."
I look up to see the guys looking back at me, "You think I should?"
"Yes. Just to see if she is okay."
"Yeah, I will thanks."
As I get up my phone lights up and buzzes.
"Hello?" I answer.
"Hello, is this Ashley Purdy?"
"Yes."
"Well, Mr. Purdy your wife is here at the hospital."
Time froze.
"What, what for? Oh no."
"She was in a car accident, Mr. Purdy."
"How bad?"
"She is banged up. She needs you Mr. Purdy."
"Okay."
I end the call then look at the guys.
"My wife is in the hospital!"
I then ran out on my way to the hospital!
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Panting, I clutch the desk, "Purdy." I gasp.
"Down that hall."
"Thanks."
I ran again; then right into her room.
She greeted me a smile.
"Babe, I am so sorry! How bad are you hurt?"
"Mostly bruising they say."
"I am so sorry. I should have gotten you. I am a bad husband!"
"Ashley Purdy. You are not a bad husband. Yes, I wanted you to get me, but this, me in the hospital, shit happens."
"Yeah. But no after their husbands are assholes."
"Well, stop being an asshole. Now come snuggle with me."
I slide next to her and kiss her cheek.
"Glad you are okay, babe. You are the only one who can keep me from strangling the guys."
"They can be awful."

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