The Winchesters sat at the breakfast table eating their breakfast that was prepared by their chef and reading the Boston Herald, when it happened. Charles was dressed for work and Isabella was dressed for lunch date with Louise McIntyre at the Country Club.
"Charles are you feeling alright?"
"I'm fine darling, well I have to be in the office at ten," Charles said as he got up from the table.
"Are you sure?"
"I-I'm fine," he said grabbing his left arm and falling to the floor.
"CHARLES!" screamed Isabella
"Yes Mrs. Winchester?"
"Call 911 right now!"
"Charles, hang in there my love."
"Mrs. Winchester, they're on their way."
"Cecile, call Louise McIntyre and tell her I'll have to cancel."
"It will be alright darling," Isabella said between tears as she gently stroked her husbands face."
"Call the children and tell them I'm taking their father to Boston Mercy."
Moments later the ambulance arrived and took Charles to Boston Mercy. Isabella sat in the waiting room waiting to here something. About twelve hours later the doctor walked in."
"I'm Dr. James Howard, your husbands surgeon."
"Before your husband was brought here he suffered a heart attack. We ran some tests and found that arteries were clogged, so we had to perform an emergency bypass surgery, so he didn't have a major heart attack."
"What would have happened if he hadn't had the surgery?"
"Like I said he would have a had a massive heart attack, and died."
"Oh god, Can I see him?"
"Yes, follow me."
Isabella followed Dr. Howard down the hall to her husband's private room.
"Thank you, Doctor."
She walked in and saw her Charles hooked up to monitors, needles in his arms, and a tube down his throat.
"He should be awake in a few hours.''
Isabella sat by her husband's bedside until he woke up. That day, which started out like any other day, became the day from hell. She thought she had lost the love of her life, her darling Charles. Charles made a quick recovery and was back to bossing around those under him in the Thoracic Surgery Department of Boston Mercy.