"Dear God, I was so worried! Are you sure you're all right?"
"Yes, Dr. Crane. The doctor says I'll be just fine. It was only a sprain. The x-ray hardly showed anything at-."
She drew back in surprise when she saw his hurt expression.
"You're crying! Oh, you're such a sweet man. It's all right. Please don't cry."
Embarrassed by his lack of composure, he quickly looked away, but was forced to return his attention to her when she gently stroked his tear-streaked cheek with her free hand.
"Whatever's the matter?" She whispered.
He sighed deeply. "Daphne, I am so sorry. I can't tell you how humiliated I am. To think that I was stupid enough to cause you physical harm."
"It's all right."
"No, it isn't. You mean so much to me and I would never hurt you for anything in the world. And now look what I've done. I let my ego get in the way of common sense. I swore I would never-."
Her arms went around him once more, drawing him close. "Hush, now. It was an accident. It was my fault, actually. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"No, I won't let you take the blame for my stupidity. I just-."
She held up her arm which was secured with a brace. "The doctor gave me some pain pills and said that I'll be just fine in about a week. I just need to take it easy for a while, although your brother may not approve. I do have a job to do, I suppose."
"Daphne, that's ridiculous. I won't allow Frasier to let you overexert yourself. This was my fault and I intend to make sure you're well again as soon as possible."
She smiled and hugged him as best as she could.
"Now, I suppose we should be getting you home so that you can rest."
She sighed, knowing that no amount of protesting was going to change his mind.
"All right."