"Mari? Mari!"
She quickly came to his aid, and found him in their bedroom, struggling with the tank top that went under his shirt. That thing was tight, and a nightmare to put on over the bandages. She chuckled. He was seated on their bed and had it stuck over his head, his arms up, visibly in pain.
"I told you to wait for me to get dressed!" she scolded him, helping him pull it down. "You're going to pull on the stitches..."
"I hate it," he groaned. "I hate not being able to do anything by myself."
"I know, Logan, but we knew it was going to take some time."
"It's been months. I hate it..."
She sighed and put her hands on his spiky cheeks. Her brave soldier. She could understand how frustrating it was. He had been stuck in a bed for weeks, and now, he struggled to do the most bas
