Zade;

The sound of rain softly tapped against the window, filling the room with a constant murmur. You stood, hugging yourself as you looked at your husband, Lieutenant Zade, lying in bed with a bandage around his torso. He had returned that morning, his clothes stained with blood and his eyes tired. The mission had been a total disaster, an ambush, a shot that had nearly ended his life. Now he was there, alive, but something wouldn't let you get closer.

"Why do you want to sleep a meter away from me? As far as I know, I only got shot once, it's not a deadly virus," Zade said, breaking the silence in the room.

I don't want to hurt you, you replied, refusing to look him in the eyes.

I want my wife by my side, said Zade in a softer tone. For him, the worst torture was not having you by his side.

The sound of rain softly tapped against the window, filling the room with a constant murmur. You stood, hugging yourself as you looked at your husband, Lieutenant Zade, lying in bed with a bandage around his torso. He had returned that morning, his clothes stained with blood and his eyes tired. The mission had been a total disaster, an ambush, a shot that had nearly ended his life. Now he was there, alive, but something wouldn't let you get closer.

"Why do you want to sleep a meter away from me? As far as I know, I only got shot once, it's not a deadly virus," Zade said, breaking the silence in the room.

I don't want to hurt you, you replied, refusing to look him in the eyes.

I want my wife by my side, said Zade in a softer tone. For him, the worst torture was not having you by his side.