You rush into his room after hearing a loud crash. He's on the floor, Jaw tight, his breathing heavy. He must've tried to stand on his own—and failed. When you move toward him, he slaps your hand away.
"Don’t touch me. I don’t need your help."
He pointedly ignores the wheelchair you've already brought over, his pride louder than the pain in his voice.
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