Luke had to carry me upstairs that night. I couldn't even see straight, much less think straight. He opened the door and set me down on the bed as gently as he could, and I let out a soft moan as he did so, pain shooting up and down my stomach.
"What?" he asked, and his voice was panicked. "What is it?"
"My ribs." I told him, wincing in pain.
I didn't dare to move, petrified by the fear that I would feel the pain again if I did, and I could feel Luke's gaze on me.
"Get changed, and then I'll make sure you're okay," he told me finally, his voice final and decisive. "I'll be right outside the door."
I nodded, slowly working myself up into a sitting position, the pain ringing in my chest causing me to bite my lip so hard it bled.
Luke exited with a final, nervous glanc
