Christine decided to take advantage of the beautiful day and headed outside to relax on the hammock. She swayed gently, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin. But as she shifted her weight to get comfortable, the hammock tipped suddenly, sending her tumbling to the ground with a thud.
Her elbow hit the ground, causing a sharp pain to shoot through her arm. Wincing, she got up, feeling a slight scrape where she had fallen. Deciding it was best to clean it up, she headed back inside, calling for John as she entered the house.
"John, could you come here for a moment?" she called out, her voice tinged with sadness from the fall.
John appeared quickly, concern etched on his face. "What's wrong, Christine?" he asked, rushing to her side.
With a sigh, Christine explained what had happened, showing him the scrape on her elbow. "I fell off the hammock," she said ruefully. "I was just trying to enjoy the nice day, you know? I swayed a little to get it swinging, but then I shifted my weight too far to the right, and next thing I knew, I was on the ground."
"Ouch," John winced sympathetically. "That sounds painful. Let's get that taken care of." Leading her to the bathroom, he gathered the necessary supplies.
As Christine sat on the toilet, John dabbed some peroxide on a cotton ball. "This might sting for a minute," he warned gently, pressing the cotton ball against her cut.
After disinfecting the wound, John applied some Neosporin and placed a bandaid over it. He planted a kiss on the bandaid, trying to lighten the mood. "Only you would manage to do something like this, Christine," he teased.
Christine laughed, shaking her head. "You're not wrong," she admitted, grateful for his care and humor.
After tending to her injury, the two retreated to the living room, where they settled on the couch and spent the afternoon watching TV. Christine had had enough of the outside for one day, content to relax indoors with John by her side.
