415 Free of Worries

The bumpy village road jolted Ethan with every turn as the car bounced him home from the hospital. The wind, fragrant with plumeria blossoms, whipped through the open windows, a welcome contrast to the sterile air he'd breathed for weeks. Beside him, his wife, Madison, held his hand, her calloused fingers warm and comforting. "Easy there, darling," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "We're almost home." Ethan managed a weak smile. "Darling, huh? It sounds a little dramatic for someone who got mauled by a goat," he joked, his voice raspy from disuse. "More like a clumsy oaf who tripped over his own feet," Ethan countered, though a spark of pride flickered in his eyes. The accident, while terrifying, showed him a newfound strength he didn't know he possessed. Kiesha, his younger sister, erupted in a flurry of chatter. "Are you feeling better, Aiden? Can we finally play tag again? Mama wouldn't let me go while you were at that yucky hospital!" Ethan chuckled; the sound was w