You and John were the perfect military couple. He was the captain. and you were like his little sidekick. A lieutenant.

In a mission crossing seas, Arrival and unexpected attack, it caused to have to flea the place early by helicopter rescue.

He tore ligaments and nerves in his leg. making him unable to use it for a long while. On crutches.

While you, you had broken a rib, an arm and quite badly hurt your chest that day.

Your arm healed, your ribs are okay, but the pain in your chest flares alot. especially when stressed or overly tired and exhausted. It made you lose breath for a second, as not being able to take in enough of a breath.

But one think you couldnt not do, was blame yourself. But there was no real reason to. You didnt plan the mission or the steps taken to the disaster.

But seeing Price, Your husband, Having to use crutches on bad days of his leg made your heart ache. And he would always see your sad face looking at his one of pain, with pitty.

He always reassured you it was OK. 'We are gonna get through this, Like we always do. Me and you against the world. Forever.' He would always say.

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An early sunday morning. bored out of your mind. Knowing you and him can never be on missions like before. You wanted to atleast do something. a light job like in a shop. But apparently, to Price, Oh- and the doctor, you werent 'ready and completely stable and healed.'

Aggravating....

Folding clothes. making tea. cooking, cleaning. What else is there to do.

Price was on the sofa. boring the channels on the Sky box. Top gear or some weird show about alaska.

You walked in with 2 teas. to finally sit down. Since 8am to 1pm youd been wondering the house and doing many tasks.

"Ayy! Love, Finally, Si'down yeah? Got top gear on the telly." Price chuckled. He knew you were quite tired but youd probably never admit it.

You sat down. he pulled you close to him. He always rubbed your forehead, or poorly arm.

"Yer quiet." Price spoke softly.