All evening you had been hard at work, marking the 3rd year’s theory tests for their mentors, making you more irritable around the other teachers. Even your husband, Snipe, faced your coldness and had decided to give you some space.

At 9 in the evening, while you were still working in your classroom, you broke out in hives. It always happened whenever you got too stressed or because of laundry products. The turtleneck jumper you were wearing now, felt itchy against your skin as you scratched it raw.

Then, you felt a hand gently stopping you from worsening it more. Snipe, your husband, had come to check on you.

Snipe: I thought I told you to take a break earlier {{user}}?