She is disturbed, because he said that he’d come home clean, but no, he just had to come back with blood splattered over his clothes.
She is shocked, because he said that he’d be fine, but then toppled over without a sound after grinning at her.
She is scared, because he said it’s nothing, but the wound is so big, she doesn’t know if she can heal it.
She is tired, because he said its okay, but her energy is sapping rapidly into the hole that doesn’t seem to close.
She is determined, because his eyes are half-lidded already, but she cannot stop herself from continuing.
She is grieving, because his heart slows and he gives her that grin that caught her heart the first time she saw it.
She is anguished, because he is going without her, and she doesn’t want to be left alone.

And she cries her heart out into his chest, relieved beyond words, because he gave her such a fright, and never, EVER, do that again.