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AMELIAS POV
God I was in so much pain. Owen was asleep next to me. I had crutches, which were so annoying, but I guess I have to use them. Meredith and Derek got me some Tylenol and ibuprofen at the store, but it's still in the bag in the kitchen. I fell asleep when I got home so I didn't think to bring it in here. I got up and hobbled over to my crutches. I don't know what hurt more, my side or my leg. My leg was so uncomfortably stiff that I could barely bend it, and my side hurt so bad I had to lay on my back to sleep. I opened the bedroom door and attempted to use the crutches. I was actually doing pretty well until I tripped over something, and fell face first onto the floor. Shit.

OWENS POV
I woke up to a loud bang. I opened my eyes and Amelia wasn't in bed.

"Ames?" I yelled and the bedroom door was opened. She was lying on the ground, she must have tripped.

"Are you okay?" I knelt down next to her and she just started crying.

"Amelia?" My mom said and came out of the guest room, "Dear are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she sniffled, "I'm sorry I woke you."

"Did you fall? Are you okay? Did you hit your head or anything?" I asked.

"I think my crutch got caught on the rug and I fell," she cried.

"Shhh it's okay honey. Are you hurt?" I asked, "What were you coming out here for? Do you want us to grab something for you?" She just continued to cry so I scooped her up and walked into the kitchen. I let her sit on the counter and opened the pantry.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Tylenol," she said softly, which was on the table. I grabbed the bag and handed it to her.

"Do you want any tea honey?" My mom asked, "I could make you a warm pot of tea, or if you wanted some soup?"

"I'll take some soup if that's okay," Amelia sniffled.

"Of course that's okay," My mom said.

"Do you need anything else?" I asked and kissed Amelia's forehead.

"Maybe some ice?" She asked. I nodded and filled a bag with ice. I helped her back to bed and put some ice on her leg.

"It's so cold," she pouted.

"I know," I said softly and kissed her forehead, "Please ask for help next time honey. I don't need you hurting yourself more."

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