"So today you are going home. What a pity" the nurse teased Isabella. "We are going to miss seeing that handsome husband of yours." 

Isabella gave her a brief smile. She had grown so used to her hospital bedroom these last two weeks. Felt so safe there that she felt reluctant to leave. 

Everyone had been so kind to her; so protective of her. So ready to reassure her that she was very brave and very lucky. 

Her worst injury had been the blood she had lost where the metal had pierced her flesh, but even the scar from that would fade in time, the doctor had assured her jovially. ...