I waited patiently for him to step out of the car. As he did, I locked it up and went to get his backpack from the trunk. I knew for sure he'd want to know where it was as soon as he felt better. I closed my trunk and went back to his side. My intention was basically to keep an eye on him, walking besides him so I could see when he needed my help. As he fell to the floor, I was instantly on my knees, one of my hands on his head, and the other checking the broken ankle.<br/><br/>"You stubborn puppy". I shook my head. I would have to help him in. Actually, most likely carry him. Well. If it has to be done, it has to be done. I rubbed my face on his for a moment before placing my arms under him, gently, and standing up, slowly. "Please stay as still as possible, baby. You're heavy enough as it is."