"I know you did, and that must have been horrible, but it's not the same." Physical pain, she would have preferred. Cathy couldn't quite imagine what exactly Lindsey had gone through, having his heart torn from his chest every day, but for what she went through, she might as well have experienced the same thing. It felt like it, at least, anyway.
She rolled her eyes, hands pressed tightly to the sides of her head, trying to control the pounding there. "Fine, okay? I don't know. Neither do you. Everything is entirely out of our control. I give up."
The tray of food disregarded, she shifted, turning from him to curl up on her side, staring blankly at the wall. "There's nothing wrong with me," she stated softly, as much to convince herself as to convince her husband. "Except that I love you. And I want to protect you. That's all."