>I roughly sigh and square my gaze at my absolute buffoon of a husband.
>"One thing. I ask you to pick up ONE THING from the store and you fuck it up." I sigh and grit my teeth.
>"Look, sweetie I didn't see the carnivore tag I j-"
>"The hell else were you focused on!? Anon!" I frustratedly clench my fists.
>He steps back "Dear... please."
>"I'm fucking seven months pregnant and you're doing this!?" Something in me snaps.
>"You...you awful piece of gaRBAGE!" I find myself pressing up against him, my horns digging into him. Gah this awful man!
>I step back and take a deep breath. In and out. My eyes closed and I focus. This is hormones. I love him, he just made a mistake. Calm it down, Trish. I feel something warm trickle down my face. Huh?
>I open my eyes and see Anon, slumped down on the wall. I blink a few times and wipe my face, I draw back my hand and look at it.
>Red.
>My heart sinks. I look back to Anon. I start to see a damp spot forming on the front of his shirt and his trousers.
>Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
>"Anon? Cmon get up, I'm sorry." I reach down and pick up his hand to pull him to his feet. It's limp.
>"A...Anon?" I look into his eyes, he barely looks up at me. I notice just how pale his face is. I look down over him again. My eyes go wide in shock as I see the large puddle forming under him.
>"Anon! ANON!" I whip my head around our little living room. I quickly stand and dash to the bathroom. I grab as much gauze as I can and dash back, grabbing the phone from the kitchen on my way back. I've seen you take beatings ten times worse than this, skinnie. You'll be fine.
>I dial 911 and press the gauze down onto him, trying to staunch his bleeding.
>"Cmon, Anon you'll be okay. You'll be alright. Cmon." he's still.
>The operator finally picks up and I borderline screech my address to girl. She switches to crisis mode and works with me. I get an ambulance call, they'll be here soon. I just need to keep what I'm doing.
>I press down hard.
cont. pain