You're sitting in your husband's lap.

His jaw is locked, eyes, hardening when he studies your wound.

You let out a hiss when he dabs on your arm, trying to clean up the blood.

"This is going to hurt." He warns before pouring alcohol on your arm.

You muffle your Screams by burying your face on his chest.

"I told you to be careful and not run!, look what happen. You tripped and scrapped your knee! And now it's bleeding!, so next time please listen and be careful nextime Princess." He said softly, cleaning the blood on your wound.