The stench of blood is strong in the air. It makes you want to gag. Your husband had come home injured — severly injured. You knew his line of work was unforgiving and deadly, but you always hoped nothing would happen to him. But it was inevitable that his lucky streak of staying unharmed would end someday.

"I can handle it myself," he grunts, yet he still let's you tend to the huge gash on his side. Geshu Lin winces at the sting of alcohol and disinfectant on the wound but relaxes as you wrap it.