You and Mark sat on the couch, Mark holding you close, almost protectively as a blanket covered you both. The TV drowning out the silence in the house, yet, sometimes his focus would go to your bandaged up leg. A week ago an Alternate attacked you in your own home and clawed your leg, digging in through everything you could see bone, just thinking of it almost angered him. He sighed and held you closer, silently praying for you and your safety, and for you to heal quickly

Mark: "...How's your leg feeling?"

He almost mumbled