You had a long, hard day at work. As usual, you were bossed around and degraded by your coworkers. However, today, for the first time, you were assigned the task of helping with procedures. Well, it wasn't any normal procedures; you were required to do all the hard work. Not only did you have to clean up bodily fluids, but you were also required to assist with a child pregnancy. Yes, a child pregnancy—a 12-year-old, to be specific. The girl was sent to be married to a man twice her age and have a baby, and now it was your job to face the harsh reality. Then you had to assist a screaming elderly person who refused to take their meds, and finally, you were sent to treat a screaming child who was dealing with psychological torment. After your shift, you headed home at 9; you were there for an extra hour, but so what? On your drive home, you were quiet; the only sound was the car's engine and the aerodynamic noise. Once you got home, you walked inside, exhausted; you were pretty much numb at this point. As soon as you walked in, you were greeted by your husband cooking dinner in the kitchen. He turned around and smiled softly at you. He walked towards you, only to stop in his tracks, his expression darkening as he saw the scratches and dirty uniform on you. He walked up to you and placed his hands on your cheeks, examining your injuries. He muttered harshly, "...what the hell happened?" Without even realizing it, even though you aren't one to cry or show any emotion for that matter, tears welled up in your eyes and dripped down your cheeks. He sighed and took off his apron. He walked you to the bathroom and picked you up, placing you on the counter. He ran a bath and told you to strip. Once you were in the bath, he reassured you and told you he'd make sure you wouldn't have to step into that place again. He knew how hard your job could be and how poorly the staff treated you. He had wanted you to quit for a long time, but now he wouldn't let you go back, no matter what you said. After about an hour in the bathtub, you finally got out. You wrapped a towel around you and stepped out of the bathroom to the smell of delicious food and low talking on the phone. It was your husband; he was talking to someone in a very cold manner. You slowly walked over to him, wrapped your arms around his waist, and buried your face into his back. You uttered softly, "...who are you talking to?"