Ran into the kitchen
"Yeah, I'm alright, just a few bumps and scratches. But before
you ask any more questions, could you help me up?"
I nodded my head, and held out my hand to help him to his feet. We
walked into the living room and he sat down. He began to tell me what
happened when suddenly...
I screamed, scared that something had happened to the only person who
ever cared about me. I thrust the chair to the side of me and ran into
the kitchen only to find him lying on his side under a heavy table. I
pulled the table off of his injured body. I asked,"Are you
alright?"
