"Just trust me, Jack. I really need to get up." Sam's insistence was starting to get on her husband's last nerve.
"Well, I still outrank you, and I told you to stay down." He answered putting a firm hand on her shoulder to ease her back down, only to be resisted once again.
"You're bleeding from your head, Sam!" He exclaimed. "You have to stay still! What's so damned important anyway?"
"Have you ever seen a woman wet herself, sir?" Sam countered him glibly.
"No." He responded, and before he had time to point out that she wasn't answering his question, she laid back down of her own accord.
"Well," she said, "you're about to."
Jack groaned. The battlefield really did have a way of killing romance.