Outside of the hospital at night I stand, still washing my bloody hands with a rag after a successful surgery, before I hear something. A woman’s cries.

I round the corner to see a man holding her to a wall with force, covering her mouth. “Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing to my wife?” I ask quickly, making him stop in his tracks. He mutters something, running off down the road and I rush to the woman’s side. “Are you alright, miss?” I ask softly, putting a gentle hand on her forearm.