"Just don't stress yourself," Daizi urged him as she poured a glass of water for her husband and fetched two ice packs from the freezer. They had pain medicine in both of their bedside tables, so that was sorted. Upstairs, she lingered just outside of their doorway for a few moments to collect her thoughts, and then she stepped inside.
"Hey, Goose," She said softly, walking around to his side of the bed, pulling their canopy drapes back, "I brought you some water, and ice packs. You should take something."
He took a deep breath, winced, and exhaled, "I am okay,"
"Don't be stubborn," She set everything down on the bedside table, opened his drawer and, opening his bottle, handed him two tablets and the glass of water, "Take it."
Despite wanting to argue, he obeyed her, although sitting up to drink hurt, and lying back down hurt, and he corrected his earlier statement, "I will be okay."
"I know," She sat on the edge of their bed, "What side are you hurt on?"
"My left."
"Okay," She gently placed the ice pack on his side, and he put his hand over hers to move it to the correct spot.
"It is broken, I think," He admitted to her, staring up at their ceiling.
"You have to get it looked at," Daizi told him, caressing the side of his face that hadn't been hit. "The twins told me what happened. I..." Her throat tightened, and ran his hand through her hair. He couldn't say it aloud, out of respect for her boundaries, but he thought she was beautiful, with the sunset in her hair and the little wrinkle between her eyebrows. She was about to cry, he saw that, too.
"It is over, now.'