Angelica

"You okay?" He comes to me in pensive steps and examines my hand like a document he is supposed to sign. For the next fifteen minutes he lectures me on how careless I was on my steps and the off shoots of my over clumsiness. His hands then wrap around my shoulders, legs and before I realize I was being carried to the bedroom. "Martha" he calls and within a fraction of a second the first aid kit was in front of us.

I looked at the colossal size of the white box and made a soft gasp. What the fuck! Inside were a lot of medical units which...