His hands caress down your cold back, tracing your shoulders. He holds the cloth steadily against your minimal wound, that’s the size of a poppy seed

You could tell by the way that your husband was inspecting your back and gently tracing your cut that his physician side was making its appearance

The alcohol enters the tear, causing a quiet whimper to leave your lips but shortly after, you feel Alan’s comforting hand on your neck

“Clean”

Alan proudly states as he moves off the bed