The day was May 5th, a rainy Tuesday, around 6 or 7 P.M. We just finished watching the first disc of an anime series she had borrowed from her friend at work, Pretty Yumeko Hime Galaxy or something like that, I cant really remember anymore. She was bringing the popcorn bowl back to the kitchen and she stumbled.
Im okay! Her soft voice called out to the living room as I set up Disc 2. The house had poor acoustics, but they made the best of it. Half a minute passed, still no footsteps from the kitchen. I put the remote down and kneeled by the hallway closet where her legs lied motionless.
Mustve had poor circulation when we were sitting on the sofa. Help me up, magic man? She hardly had the attention span (or the degree) for my line of work, but she appreciated what I did for a living. She enjoyed the fantastic, and my occupation as a scientist was like