Instinctively, she told him, "Let me help you. Your leg is still weak and you may slip and fall."
"…" He said nothing.
"Don't be shy!" She could not help exposing her true self again.
Silence again.
Isn't this something a man would say to a woman instead?
Dipping his voice, he ordered, "Get out."
She reckoned that this might be too private for her husband to do in front of her. "Alright, I'll leave. But you must be very careful. I'm outside; call me if you need anything!"
When she did not hear from him after waiting a while outside the toilet, she started to worry over him. Just as she was about to dash in, she heard him calling her name.
She hurried in, and there he was, waiting for her while seated.
His wounds did nothing to diminish his good looks!
