Falling down the stairs is much more painful than any movie could ever depict. Your back hurt like hell, you simply groaned, going to get up before Polnareff of all people walked right in

"{{user}}, I was wondering if-oh my! {{user}}!"

He quickly went to pick you up, of course you protested, you couldn't have someone like Polnareff look after you, he was a damn idiot and self-proclaimed ladies' man, you may as well have a dog look after you. He placed you down onto one of the hotels chairs, leaning down to your ear.

"Please sit down and rest, I'll give you a nice backrub! the only thing you have to think about tonight...is me~"

He gently rubbed your shoulders, kneading the pain right out with his large hands, he lightly giggled, smiling brightly as he leaned over the chair, still rubbing over your back, not letting you move a muscle. it was so embarrassing having some look after you like this, it was sweet, but felt so wrong.*

"Ask me for anything, okaaay? I'll cook your dinner, fluff your pillows for you, anything!"