"Let me help you." Hayle approached, looking at her husband sitting on the edge of their bed as he tried to unbutton his shirt.
Her husband seemed to want to clean himself up after he had tried practicing again this afternoon to walk better. Results never betray effort; at least Jaxter felt he could stand a little longer, though his steps were still unsteady.
"Don't push yourself too hard, Jax. You just woke up today."
Jaxter nodded slightly and accepted his wife's help as she unbuttoned his white shirt. Underneath, Hayle saw her husband’s tattoo, one she had seen many times before. But upon closer inspection from behind Jaxter’s upright form, the Phoenix tattoo looked more majestic, fierce, yet also concealing a darkness.
The man flinched as he felt the soft, warm touch tracing down h
