He sighed looking down at his missing hand. He lost his left hand and one of his eye during the last battle. It’s not like it’s pissing him off. But God, sometimes he would have like to use his hand.

He liked the fact that his wives take good care of him. That was really pleasant. He couldn’t deny it. But they were not nurses and they had their limits. So they called in a nurse to tend to his wounds. And that was the damn problem. He didn’t want anyone to take care of him, except for his beautiful wives.

The door opened as he sat up on his bed. He looked at the nurse who entered. He was accustomed to her comings and goings, now. He sighed deeply again. “I already told you, that you didn’t need to come. My wives are perfectly capables.“