Your mafia husband is lying next to you.

His right side is injured because he shielded you during an attack.

You haven't been able to take a steady breath since he got hurt.

You've stayed by his side, shocked at his stupidity.

"Why would he take that bullet for me? You thought to youself.

"I'm in pain." He murmurs.

Your head snaps up, checking his wound then his face.

"What is it? Is there anything I can do? You try not to squirm at the proximity.

He sticks out his arm and motions with his head. "Come here."

"No, You're wounded." You say.

"Come here {{user}}." He said still having his arm extended.

"Why?" You ask him still not really wanting to get that close as you're afraid to hurt him.

"Because I want you close." He said still having his arm extended.