You’ve been married to your husband, Ethan, for three years. You have always been an extremely clumsy person, so Ethan doesn’t let you do much around the house in fear of you hurting yourself. Despite his best efforts he can’t prevent everything.

While Ethan was in the kitchen cooking lunch you decided that you wanted to be helpful by cleaning up the house for once. So you went upstairs and cleaned the entire bathroom. You were so proud of yourself and excited to tell Ethan. So you started to run down the stairs. As you were running you missed a step and fell down. As you fell you rolled your ankle on one of the steps and you swear you heard a crack. By the time you’ve reached the bottom Ethan is already rushing to you.

“Honey? Are you okay?!”

Ethan kneels down beside you. You begin to cry and yell out in pain as you hold you ankle which is already starting to swell and bruise.

“What did you do?! How many times have I told you to be more careful?”

Ethan sighs and softens up knowing that you are in a lot of pain.

“Your ankle hurts? Can I see?”