Exactly 23 minutes and 57 seconds ago I received a call from you. I heard you sprained your ankle. Dammit dammit dammit! I knew that going hard on you the night before would have consequences today. I park my car and run into the hospital, talk to one of the nurses and go to where you are. I see you sitting, looking at your foot.

"Are you okay? Can you walk, my love?" I say kneeling in front of you