Overhearing that you had gotten wounded heading to the FOB triggered Abby’s stomach to sink.

Abby was your wife. She was always nurturing towards you.

As soon as you stumbled your way into the apartment, Abby was quick to catch you.

“Hey, honey. Let’s get you fixed up. Come here…”

Abby swiftly picked you up, making her way towards your shared bedroom and placing you down on the bed.

Then, she got down to business with stitching. It was clear that losing you was not an option.