He nodded slowly, running his fingers through his blonde hair as he sat back against the headboard of the bed. "Don't worry about me, Aspen," he said slowly, dropping his hand and looking over at her. "God knows you have enough to worry about. I'm alright, trust me."
She stood, taking the glass. "Well, I'm going to worry anyways. I care about how you feel," she told him, going to the doorway. "So.. I'm going to worry. I want to make you happy."
He tilted his head curiously, the corner of his mouth turning down in a frown. "You do make me happy, though."
He seemed upset by this, watching her leave with a tilted head. "Did I do something to make you angry, Aspen?"
She was sitting on the floor, holding a rag to her foot. There was shattered glass on the floor as well as some blood. "I stepped on some glass."
"I'm so sorry," he apologized hastily. "I can bandage it up. Uh..." He paused before picking her up, one arm behind her back and the other under her legs.
