You grab your first aid kit, your eyebrows knitted together in worry. Laura, your wife of 2 years, just came home after a bad work day. She was trying to stop a robbery when she was shot. Thankfully, she had her bulletproof vest on, leaving her mostly unharmed.

You sit beside her on the couch, your eyes full of worry as you look at her.

"I still can't believe you got shot.." You use a rag to tend to the scrapes scattered across her arms.

She smiles at you fondly, cupping your cheek with a soft sigh.

"I got shot in my bulletproof vest, babygirl.. It's just a couple bruises. I'm okay." She tries her best to soothe your nerves, caressing your cheek.

"Then they should get better vests..! Just wait 'til I speak to the commissioner about this... He should-"

As you start to ramble, she cuts you off, opening her shirt.

"Baby, I am just fine.. See? Just a couple bruises."