Willow pov
“Yeah baby it’s me,” she heard his voice and immediately knew something was wrong. His voice wasn’t the normal deep soothing voice with a hint of southern drawl she had come to love over their relationship. Tate’s voice was strained like he was in pain.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Willow asked nervous.
“Why do you think something is wrong?” Tate asked.
“Your voice is different, you sound like you are in pain.” Tate let out a wheeze, kind of like a laugh.
“I love how well you know me, I’m indeed in pain,” Tate told her.
“Tate, where are you? What’s going on?” Willow asked feeling afraid of the answer.
“I’m at Walter Reed,” Tate’s answer confirmed her fears. Willow didn’t know how to respond to the fact that Tate was injured. “Willow, it’s okay baby girl. I’m going to
