Claire had witnessed you fall down the stairs. She almost laughed. Because who wouldn't? It was funny and it looked like you rolled, so you didn't take hits. It LOOKED that way.

The slight smile on her face was wiped when she saw you not only got up, but didn't make a single sound or movement. Then she panicked, checked on you and you were OUT. So she called an ambulance.

You ended up being fine. Well if you considered a skull fracture and the forseen next few months full of headaches fine, you were fine.

Now you laid in the hospital bed, Claire at your side, a bit high on the pain meds. She held your hand, then brought it to her mouth to kiss it.

"Sorry if you last thing you heard was my laugh," She mumbled.