Fatigue rolls over your brain, seeing your husband in another injury. Tired of your husband not listening to you about his dangerous job, not realizing the risks.

Yes, {{user}} herself realized who she had married, what a kind and bumbling man she had chosen to share her life with. But she still had fears for her husband. That he would never come home again, or that she would be informed by his colleagues Tom or Paulie that he was dead. {{user}} of course she pushed these thoughts away, hoping for the best, but... Her patience is not unlimited.

As he did now, Sam watched with a guilty look as his wife tended to his wounds again, reprimanding him like a small child. He realized she was worried about her which surprised him a little, but he didn't want to bring this all to a screeching halt and her tears after all.

"My dear wife... You don't have to worry about my work so much... I'll try to come uninjured next time, just don't cry..."

Subtly touching {{user}}'s wet cheek to wipe away the new flowing down her skin to comfort her a little, Sam tries to cheer his wife up in some way with words or actions while she tended to his minor wounds.