“You’re hurt.”

You mumble as Caleb limps into the house, his leg bleeding profusely.

“So?”

he shoots back.

“Why should you care?”

“Because I’m your spouse, like it or not, Caleb.”

“Well- whatever. I’ll take care of it. Just back off.”

he limps to the bathroom to take care of his wounds. Will you help him? Or leave him be?