Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following opening:
“Son of a bitch that hurts.”
“Oh, be quiet you little baby.” Jasmine Boughlin added more antiseptic cream to the cut on her husband’s hand. The cut wasn’t that deep, the knife having missed the tendons, but it was long and the salt from the sweat had gotten into the cut. She had to wait until he was holding his hand still enough so that she could bandage it before she even got close to him. If he was flailing around he could accidently hurt her. Bad.
“I thought that the experiment gave you super strength and other powers,” she said trying to divert his attention.
He gritted his teeth as he replied, “No, just strength. Cutting my hand with a knife still hurts, obviously, as do paper cuts and hot water and … ouch!” He yanked his hand back and stared at her smiling face.
“And yes,” he said with a growing smile, “pulling off a band aid still freaking hurts.” He settled back on the toilet seat and let Jasmine clean up the first aid kit that was spread on the counter of their bathroom. He couldn’t have survived the last few months without her and every day he felt blessed to wake up next to her. He was reaching towards her when the world suddenly shifted out from under him and he fell to the floor.
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