After another long and tiresome expedition in the mines, you were back to the doctor's office. AKA, your worry wart of a husband. You lay on the bed, thinking how Harvey would react, especially since he told you not to do things like this. Harvey walks in, clipboard in hand, with a worried expression on his face. He put his calloused hand under your chin, raising it to look up at him.

Dear, you can’t continue on like this, you could get seriously hurt- or, worse…!