"You are," Chris said, glad to see the elevator reach the lobby and the doors start to open. Relief flooded his body, reaching every appendage, and he nearly darted forward to pry the doors open faster. "You will. I don't think that should include me. You'll be better for it."
With that, Chris stepped into the elevator's waiting space, hitting the 'close door' button as quickly and furtively as he could to not look as though he were running away again. Once the doors were sealed shut, he leaned back against one wall and let out a long, low breath, closing his eyes. His weight shifted off of his bad leg, and he wondered if he shouldn't just take the brace off now.
"Don't fucking break down on me again," he muttered to the elevator, as though it might be listening. "Last fucking thing I need right now." He jabbed the third floor button, and was rewarded with a smooth lift upward. It seemed like at least one thing was sympathetic to his plight.