"Fuck!". Beyoncé screamed out. Running to the stairs she looked up at me with tears running down her face.
"What the fuck happened?". I asked as she hissed in pain.
"I-I tripped and I think I broke my ankle". She choke out holding her ankle.
"Baby come on let me see if you can walk on it". Grabbing her hand I gently pulled her up before she hissed pushing my arm away.
Kneeling to her level, I gently grabbed it.
"That hurts baby". She softly said moving my hand.
"I gotta take you to the hospital, I'll carry you". I said linking my arm under her leg and arm.
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"It's not broken, but it's twisted your gonna have to stay off it for a few weeks". Beyoncé pouted running a hand though her hair.
"Miss Knowles? How did you fall". He asked looking over at her.
Watching as Beyoncé face turned red she stuck her tongue out at me before giggling softly.
"I-I tripped". She whispered before she gently pushing me away from the bed.
"Alright, you know what to do for the new few weeks. And please don't trip again and watch out for her". Nodding I helped her off the bed helping her grab the crutches.
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"Theo!". Beyoncé shouted putting my controller down I ran upstairs to her room peaking my head inside.
"Yes?".
"Come upstairs, I'm bored". She softly said opening her arms.
"Hold on I'm gonna bring my PlayStation up here". I said turning running down the stairs.
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"Your cheating". She shouted as I stole the ball from Lebron.
We were playing 2k, she insisted we play because she wanted to beat my ass.
"You not letting me shoot, move Curry away from me". She shouted putting her hand on my controller covering it.
Chuckling softly I moved Curry away from defense letting her prepare to shoot only to snatch it away.
"Asshole". She mumbled before we both started laughing.
"That's game!". I shouted thumping her pouted lip.
"You know I didn't know how to play and you still wouldn't let me win". Shaking my head she threw the controller in her lap before grabbing her clutches.
"I want a snack". She said over her shoulder.
Walking behind her she looked at the stairs then back at me.
Watching her sit on the stairs she turned to me pointing to the stairs.
"Let's race down the stairs". She said grinning at me.
"Beyoncé you just went to the hospital today I wanna go again". I deadpanned as she patted the stairs.
"Nigga, I won't hurt myself come on". Scooting down the stairs I stood to my feet grabbing her hands helping her up.
"Let's make some sundaes". Turning to her I raised my eyebrow before she tried to swing on me.
"It's ice cream, I can make that". She said as I chuckled raising my hands in surrender.
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Sitting on the bed Beyoncé was currently sitting in between my legs with her back to my chest as we watched beauty and the beast eating our sundaes.
"Why my sundae taste nasty as hell". Beyoncé mumbled covering her mouth.
"You made it? What's wrong with it". She pushed herself off me limping to the bathroom.
Putting my ice cream down I opened the bathroom door walking to her squatting down holding her hair.
"I'm fine". She whispered dry heaving as I rubbed her back.
"You sure?". I asked grabbing her face in my hands.
She nodded, Waiting until she brushed her teeth and washed her face I picked her up gently laying her in the bed.
"I could of walked". She said fighting to stay awake.
"You walked down the stairs yet you fell". I teased before she pinched my arm.
"So now you abusing me?". She smiled wrapping her arms around me.
"I love you baby boy".
"I love you too baby girl".
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