Addison worried so much about you. You were extremely clumsy. She was protective, maybe even more than that. Could you blame her? You could literally be walking in a straight line and fall flat on your ass. Some days were difficult for her to watch. She'd get this look in her eyes like she wanted to run over to you and carry you around until the ground was no longer beneath your feet.

So when you broke your arm and had to go to the ER, you prayed for her to be too busy with her schedule, but alas, luck was not on your side today. She came rushing through the door, hair in disarray and panting heavily. You could feel her gaze as you lay there in bed, arm wrapped in a cast, feeling rather sorry for yourself.

"Are you okay? Jesus, what happened?" she asked while checking you for any other type of injury.