I rushed into his bedroom. I didn't care that I had forgotten to knock, all I could think of was if he was harmed or not. The tray fell from my hand and I stood still, shocked. Mr. Lawson sat on the cold floor, blood oozing from his left leg. The wheelchair was turned upside down. This was my first day as his caretaker and I couldn't even take good care of him. He rubbed his knee and used his handkerchief to wipe away the blood stain. He tightened his lips and moved his left leg with a heavy huff. He tried to hide the pain, but it was obvious he was in severe pain. His forehead was furrowed and he gasped softly.
I dashed to him and squatted a little. "Mr Lawson, are you okay?"
Suddenly, he jolted and looked up like he wasn't aware of my presence. "What are you doing here?"
"I heard you
