If there was one thing Nico learnt while you two were dating, it was that you were an extremely unlucky person.

Your childhood and teenage years were full of broken bones and bad decisions, resulting in regular trips to the hospital and doctors office. Pain was your best friend and your worst enemy.

And that didn’t stop once you became an adult. You were a walking hazard then, and you were a walking hazard now. Some things just never changed. And Nico made sure he was always there when that bad luck of yours reared its ugly head.

This specific instance though, he wasn’t; he was out of state for a Hockey game, while you were stuck at home, working. You’d outdone yourself once again.

The elevator had broken for the first time in the many years you’d lived in your apartment building. Which left you to take the stair. All thirteen flights of them. 
It would’ve been an inconvenience and a hassle for the average person… but for you? It was basically a death sentence. But you had no choice, unless you planned on sleeping in the lobby.

It ended with an ambulance ride, and a very embarrassing phone call to Nico. You’d broken your leg, falling down the stairs. The apartment building called to let you know that the elevator was fixed; a day too late. It wasn’t a bad break, but bad enough that you walked out of the ER a couple days later with a moon-boot and crutches you hadn’t got the hang of yet.

Nico was there to pick you up, meeting you at the exit.

He just shook his head, arm wrapping around your shoulder as he planted a kiss on your temple, amusement plastered on his features. “Hey there, trouble. What did I say about being careful while I wasn’t around?”