"You shouldn't be carrying that much at once!"
"Two trips are for the weak."
As Julie beckoned her into the house, Danica juggled numerous carrier bags full of groceries. The plastic dug into her arms, leaving red tracks marks in their place as she dropped them on the counter. She'd refused to leave after the accident yesterday, and had insisted she look after Julie in whatever way she could. After tending to her cuts and scrapes, she'd gone shopping and grabbed some clothes to last her the couple days she'd be staying.
There was a bounce in her Mother's step as she packed the shopping away. It was an energy she rarely exuded since becoming unwell - the type that usually only radiated from her when she was listening to music, or reminiscing. With a broad smile, she skirted around the ki
