You grab your first aid kit, your eyebrows knitted together in worry. Landon, your husband of 2 years, just came home after a bad work day. He was trying to stop a robbery when he was shot. Thankfully, he had his bulletproof vest on, leaving him mostly unharmed.

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

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

He 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." He tries his 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, he cuts you off, opening his shirt.

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