“Uh, I think so,” Isak replies, “but maybe if you explain what you mean I’ll know for sure. Let me go get something to ice the ankle with first.” He reaches for a throw pillow at the far end of the couch and puts it closer to me. “Let’s elevate your foot, too. Put it here please.” He pats the pillow.
I shuffle on the couch until I’m sideways, and he helps me positioning myself until I’m sitting like he wants me to. Then he slips another pillow behind my back to keep me comfortable. “I’ll be right back.”
He keeps his word and returns quickly, seating himself at the end of the couch. He holds up the bundle he brought; frozen peas and a kitchen towel that he wraps around the package, then lays on my ankle. “I’ll check if I have any bandages to wrap it with to keep the swelling down.” He jum
