"Babe, it freakin' hurts," April moans as Andy lowers her onto the couch. (He's carried her almost everywhere since the doctor's, and though she usually would protest, she really can't be bothered to right now.) He props her crutches against the armrest, and walks to the kitchen.

"Can I get you anything?" He asks, concern deep in his voice.

April tries to sit up. "Do we have any aspirin left?"

"We might have some in the bathroom," he calls back "I'll go check."

She means to say 'thank you', or anything really, but all that escapes is a groan of pain. She stares down at her ankle in its stupid brace. It's ugly and makes it weird to walk and she hates it.

She still hasn't told Andy what exactly happened; only that she fell off a desk and landed on her ankle. The truth is, she had got mud on her shoes from outside, so she decided to walk all over Larry's desk, because, why not? But she went and slipped on some papers and fell, spraining her dumb ankle. And of course Ann, of all people, had to find her and get her to the hospital.

Incidentally, she told the doctor that she tripped while running, and Ann lectured her about it but she honestly didn't care.

Andy comes bounding into the room with the small bottle of aspirin. He fumbles noisily with the cap (it always takes him a minute or two to realise that he has to press down to open the bottles as opposed to just twist,) and then hands it to her. She swallows a pill forcefully, but regrets it as it grates down her throat. Why is everything so goddamn painful?

"Any better?" Andy asks nervously as he places a pillow under her head.

"No." She replies, but soon reiterates: "A little."

Andy grins, which would be annoying on anyone else due to the current situation, but somehow, on Andy, it's not. April tries for a weak smile in response, but she guesses it comes out as more of a grimace because Andy frowns.

"Is that all you wanted? 'Cause, you know, you can ask me for anything. I'll do whatever you want until you feel better."

It's sweet, but all April really wants to do just now is sleep. When she tells him this, Andy nods in understanding.

"I'll just… Leave you here, then. I'll walk Champion, or something."

He starts walking away, Champion's lead clutched in hand, when April sleepily calls out. "Thank you, by the way."

He just turns and smiles.

She wakes up to the smell of mac n' cheese wafting from the kitchen. Her ankle is still throbbing a little, but the pain, for the most part at least, has gone. She carefully props herself up on her elbows, but even still has to crane her neck a little to see over the back of the couch to the kitchen.

"'You making mac n' cheese?"

Andy jumps, startled. He soon regains his composure. "I didn't know you were up… Otherwise I would have asked you, y'know, but… Yeah, mac n' cheese. Do you want some?"

"Yeah… Would you mind bringing it over here, though? I don't feel like walking, it still feels kinda weird."

"Of course." Andy smiles warmly at her, and April would be lying if she said it didn't still melt her heart a little whenever he looked at her that way.

She settles down into the pillows, and a couple minutes later Andy comes over and places a steaming plate of mac n' cheese on the coffee table in front.

"Thanks, babe." April tries to swing her feet around so she can lean over her plate to eat, and Andy immediately asks;

"Do you need any help?"

Before she can answer, he's gently lifting her legs and freeing them, allowing her to sit properly. She shoots him a grateful sort of look and tucks in to eat. Andy perches next to her on the couch, awkwardly. Once she's finished her mouthful of food, she turns to him, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" He asks. He fiddles with the hem of his shirt a little, and doesn't quite look her in the eye.

"There's something wrong."

"No, there's not." His voice is high and a little too defensive. April turns back to her food, knowing he'll tell her eventually. He's not exactly notorious for keeping secrets.

"Are you feeling okay? Like, is the food okay? Is it making you feel better?"

"Yeah." April replies slowly. She stares him in the eyes, and he doesn't look away.

"Good. 'Cause… It's just that, I kinda promised to protect you, and I'm not that good at, like, caring for people or anything… I'm not good at cooking, or medical stuff, or anything, and I want you to feel better soon." He finishes somewhat awkwardly, and looks down immediately after.

"Babe, you're great at caring for me. Seriously. This mac n' cheese is the best I've ever tasted." It's a lie, and Andy knows it, but April can tell that at this point it doesn't really matter. He's grinning at her now.

"You're so awesome."

Andy spends the next few days pretty much waiting on April hand and foot. It's sweet, although she does get sick of mac n' cheese after a while.