Post by Medieval Kevin on May 4, 2019 18:48:14 GMT -8
"Harry! Harry, are you alright?" That was Rebecca's voice. It still sounded somewhat removed but he saw her beautiful face right in front of him. She was helping him. But with what he wasn't sure. All he knew was that now he was on the floor and she was helping him up. "How did I get down here?" He was laughing again. "What a night, we should do this more often. I think I might be ready for bed, do we still have company?"
His blood was pumping from his stumble, he couldn't be quite sure how but his mind was clearing up some. He could tell because he could feel a sharp pain in his right arm. He started to favor it but he was still in a good mood.
Post by Storyteller on May 4, 2019 19:06:35 GMT -8
Her brow furrowed, "Sweetheart, we are the only ones here. I just came home and then you fell." He was favoring his right arm. Rebecca sat him down at the kitchen table to get a better look at the offending appendage. Gently, she reach out to roll up his sleeve. The skin around Harry's elbow was already starting to turn a reddish-purple. He was certainly going to feel that in the morning.
"Stay here," she ordered, placing a soft but firm hand on his left shoulder. Then she crossed to the ice box, removing a few cubes and wrapping them in a dishtowel. "This should make your arm feel a little better."