So I fell down a flight of stairs today.

Like I said earlier, I am very sick, and my body just decided it wanted to shut down completely, so as I was walking down, my entire left leg gave out, and when I went to catch myself with my right leg, that one gave out too, and I slid down the whole flight and screamed. Thank god my neighbors are all old so they didn’t even hear me.

Stian heard though. He was 2 flights up locking the door, and he just flew downstairs to help me. I have never seen him run so fast. I felt very loved <3 Anyway, he held my hand and my back and helped me walk down to the store and he helped me all the way back home again <3

Since then, I have been dying on the couch, and I don’t plan on moving for quite awhile. But I figured I’d share my little love story of the day while dying.