One day, while cleaning the coffee shop, Margaret climbed a ladder to reach a high shelf. Suddenly, she lost her balance and fell. Pain shot through her leg, and she couldn’t stand up. Andrew rushed over and found her on the floor, wincing in pain.
“Margaret, are you okay?” Andrew asked, his voice full of concern.
“I think I’ve hurt my leg,” Margaret replied, trying to stay calm despite the pain.
Andrew carefully helped her up and took her to the hospital. The doctor confirmed that her leg was broken.
Andrew stayed by her side, offering support and helping her with everything she needed. He brought her home that day and helped her inside, ensuring she was comfortable.
As they sat in the cozy living room, Andrew said, “I can watch the coffee shop while you recover.”
“That’s not necessary,” Margaret replied. “I’ll be at work tomorrow.”
“But your leg is broken,” Andrew insisted.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” Margaret said firmly.
“Let me at least give you a ride,” Andrew offered.
“No,” Margaret said, shaking her head.
“Margaret, you need to rest,” Andrew said gently.
“I can manage,” Margaret replied. “I don’t need help.”
Andrew sighed heavily. “Okay, if you say so.” He gave her a long look before leaving her house.
The next day, Margaret had a very difficult time getting to the coffee shop. As she was coming down the stairs from her bedroom, she missed a step and fell.
Pain shot through her leg, and she struggled to get back up. She realized she couldn’t drive in this condition and had to call a taxi.
