About an hour later, she was helping him into his bedroom. He could walk okay but she had been able to tell from the wincing and grimacing that his ribs were bothering him way more than he was willing to let on. So she was trying to get him to lean on her as she walked him over to his bed. "Almost there." She said quietly, glancing up at him.
Since he didn't have a concussion or major broken bones, there had been no reason to keep him there, taking up space, as long as he had someone to help him with what he needed while at home. She had volunteered of course and had gratefully accepted the offered painkillers.