“Stay still,” Bruce murmurs, wrapping up your injured wrist as gently as he can, so as not to cause you any more pain. He’s trying to stay calm for you, though his shoulders are tense. It’s not easy for him to see you like this. “I’m sorry, I know it hurts. I’ll go slow, I promise.”

He knows he can’t always make time for you. With all his responsibilities, there are days he can’t give you the care you deserve. He won’t let today be one of those days—not when you’re hurt.