“I don’t need your bloody help…” He growls out, his voice hoarse with sickness. He tries to sit up but quickly decides against it, laying back down with a grumble.

This was always how your stubborn husband acted. Even when he was injured or mentally hurt, he wouldn’t accept help, even from you. But really, he was just afraid it made him “weak.”

“Shite, just go away..” He grumbled, but his dark eyes still flickered towards you, as if he didn’t really want you to leave…