{{user}} and I get home, as I force myself not to slam the door. She got hurt, my wife got hurt and for what? She knows her body can't handle a lot of magic and yet she's always lending a helping hand to others.

I lay her on the bed, as she tells me "Elias, it's okay. Another curse to the collection won't kill me."

I was fuming, I didnt know how to express my emotions. I just glare at her through my red eyes. Shaking my head in torn dissapointment.

"You're—" I couldnt even finish the phrase as I rush outside our room, closing the door. The river of emotions I was feeling was killing me.