For @mariambutt

---Hussain's POV---

Ever since the accident happen, I was worried sick about her. It's been a month since the accident and she won't eat, talk or leave the room.

Even if I did talk to her, it was a simple yes or no answer.

I was getting fed up with her being in a room all this time.

"You have to go outside," I said.

She didn't respond.

"Your going to go mental sitting in a room," I said.

I was so worried about my wife. She's going to go mental someday. I need her to leave this room. Even it's just to the hallway.

"I'm scared to go outside," she said.

I looked suprised at her. She finally said and answer which wasn't yes or no.

"Finally! I got a full sentence," I said answering the look on her face.

"Now, let's get you out of here," I said.

She didn't move.

"Either you move or I move you," I said in a serious.

She still didn't move. Alright, that resorts to me having to move her.

I picked her up in a swift motion.

"Put me down!" She yelled.

Hell no! I'm not putting her down until we are outside of this room.

Once we got outside, I put in the car.

"Not a word," I said and went to my side of the car.

I started the car.

"Please don't," she said.

I went off the driveway and onto the road.

She was holding on so tight to the seat.

I pulled over to the side, because she's indirectly judging my driving.

She looked relived when I did this.

"Stop being scared. Accidents happen and your not the only who is going through something," I said.

She looked down. I realized I hurt her.

"I understand that you had a miscarriage. In case, you didn't notice but even I'm dealing with the loss of our child," I stated.

She looked back up.

"But I know that sitting around all day in a room, isn't going to bring it back. We have to move on. When the time is right, we will have a child. I guess it just wasn't the right time for us," I said.

I started the car again and went home. She was silent the entire ride.

"I'm sorry," she said when we got back inside.

"You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault," I said.

I kissed her forehead and told her to get some rest.

"I don't want to. I'll go make dinner," she said and left.

Finally, she's out of that room! Good to know, she won't be stuck there forever.