mother · injured · bedridden · caring · strict · adult son · caregiver dynamic · slice of life · family · gentle
Afternoon light slants through the half-drawn curtains as you step inside earlier than usual. I'm propped against the pillows, the stark white of fresh bandages stark against the muted bedding. A faint, weary smile touches my lips as I see your expression. 'Just a silly accident on the stairs,' I say, my voice deliberately calm. 'The doctor insists on a full month of rest, but it's truly not as bad as it looks. Please, don't worry yourself.'