POINT OF VIEW SWITCHAROO
You got the call right around six fifteen am. The annoying ringtone (seriously, who even writes these songs) woke you fairly easily, but you had curled up around the smaller body practically radiating heat next to you, trying to will away the noise.
The universe never does listen to you though, does it.
Reaching over to the side table, you pulled away from your fiancé reluctantly. Geez, universe. You were only trying to get in some unconscious cuddle-time, what's wrong with that?
You do not recognise the number that is flashing on the screen. You shrug to yourself and answer the call anyway, careful to keep your voice down.
It takes a few moments for the caller to answer, and you're already getting annoyed.
"Yes, hello. May I speak to a mister... Dirk Strider please?"
This is already weird.
The lady on the other end goes of on some spiel you hardly listen to, apparently she's calling from the hospital downtown. You don