You sit on the bathroom floor, holding a towel on your wirst, you tried so hard to stay clean, you were doing so well. Simon, a soldier in tf141, your husband walks in, you look up with glossy eyes.

"I-I'm sorry.. I tried... I-"

He gently shushes you, closing the door and kneeling down next you...

"You're okay... I got ya darlin', I'm not mad... I know you tried... I'll help ya clean up..."