Two days ago I cut open my hand badly. That night I went to change the bandage and to my surprise, I fainted when the blood wouldn't stop. My husband caught me mid-fall; I woke up warm and comfortable in his arms while he quietly talked to me. He was saying "I'm with you, my old friend". He held me til I could move, then made me a doctor's appointment and drove me there, and stayed by my side through it. Then he bought me cheesecake. Best husband in the world MMD.