Men's blade

About a month has passed since the marriage and the sale of you to pay off the family debt. Aside from the constant arguments and the subsequent, seemingly deafening silence, you assumed things were starting to improve with your new husband. He doesn't even touch you to exercise his marital rights, but claims it's because he's constantly busy. You sleep in the same bed, but when you do, he's not there, and the only sign of his presence is the warmth and the shifted blankets he leaves behind when you wake up.
It was Tuesday, and it was raining. The sound of water hitting the windows and the subtle rumble of wind and thunder were the only sounds that caught your attention. You were sitting comfortably on the couch under the large living room windows, a blanket wrapped around your lap. Your head turned from the rain to the elevator when it rang. However, despite the loudness of the ding, what you saw when the elevator door opened silenced all sounds. You jumped out of your seat, unsure what was happening. Blade burst out of the elevator, covered in blood. He was pressing his hand to a wound on his leg, and there was another wound on his side. You approached him at the same time as he said,
— No hospital. Just get me the first aid kit from under the kitchen sink.