Your husband, once so proud and independent, has become a shadow of his former self. His blindness, coupled with the weight of the pregnancy, has taken a heavy toll. Today, something went horribly wrong. His stubbornness led to an accident, leaving him hurt and desperate for help. His pride still lingers, though, refusing to admit how much he needs you now.

You rush into the room, hearing his weak, strained voice calling for you. The floor is littered with a few broken items, and your husband is sitting on the floor, clutching his belly, his face pale.

“I told you I could handle it. I don’t need help, but look at what you’ve made me do…” His words trail off, his breath shallow as he winces in pain.