After hearing Reba's words, Brock quickly made his way to the back yard, running up to the back door while his heart was pounding in his chest.
He knew he should have been calmer now that he had heard her voice, but her words still worried him. A lot.
"Reba?" He practically ran into the house, his heart skipping a few beats when he saw her stretched out on the floor, looking up at him with her head bent back. "Oh God, are you okay, honey?" He rushed over to her and knelt down next to her, gently stroking her hair.
"Don't you 'honey' me!" She slapped away his hand and glared at him. "Just help me up, will you?" She lifted her upper body, leaning on her elbows and waiting for him to stand up again.
He didn't stand up, though, he just kept staring at her, a worried look still on his face, "What happened? Was it your bloodpressure again? Are you-"
"Oh, just shut up and help me!" Reba harshly cut him off and held out her hand for him to take it and help her up.
With a long sigh Brock got up and took her hand, slowly staring to pull her on her feet.
"Thank you." She grabbed his hand and held onto it as she slowly got on her feet. "I don't know what's wrong, I fell down the stairs and now there must be some trouble with my ankle, I- What the hell are you doing?" She almost screamed as he quickly swept her off the ground and into his arms.
"Something is wrong with your ankle and you couldn't even get up on your own, am I supposed to let you walk around?" He looked at her and shook his head, scoffing and shifting her weight in his arms a little.
Reba looked up at him and tried to pull away as soon as being so close to him and being able to listen to his steady heartbeat made it difficult for her to breathe properly, "I can walk, you mo-ron!"
"Oh you can, can you? Fine…" Brock smirked to himself and put her down on her feet again, holding back a chuckle when she hissed in pain and immediately wrapped her arm around his shoulders for support.
"I just need a little help, but I can walk…" She repeated, glaring at him as he actually let out a small chuckle.
"Yeah, right… Come on…" He laughed a little as he picked her up in his arms and carried her over to the couch, sitting down on it so that she was now sitting on his lap.
"Wow… doesn't look good…" He mumbled as he gently touched her swollen ankle, removing her high-heeled shoe.
"Ow!"
"Sorry…" He gave her a little smile, looking up at her with his puppy dog eyes.
Reba rolled her eyes and sighed, but still she couldn't help smiling at his sweet face. Only for a second, though.
"Okay, will you let me go now?" She tried to fake an annoyed tone, but he only smiled at her useless attempt to pretend annoyance.
"Sure, wanna run away?" He mocked her. "Don't forget your shoe… Pretty sexy, by the way…"
She blushed violently and smacked his chest, glaring at him again, "Do you think this is funny? My ankle hurts and I can't walk, does that make you want to laugh?"
Brock looked down a little, "Nope… sorry…" He looked up again and Reba nodded.
"Apology accepted, now let me go." She quickly said, trying to get out of his embrace.
"I think you should go to the hospital, though… to check on your ankle…" He still held her close, looking at her.
She quickly looked away and tried to pull away again, "Nah, there's no need to… I probably just twisted it, I'll put some ice on it and I will be fine…" She hastily answered.
He paused for a moment, thinking about her answer. "Reba?"
"Yes?"
"There is more, isn't it?" Brock looked at her as she quickly shook her head.
"No no no, of course not…" She looked at him for a second and she met his eyes as he was staring into hers, waiting for her to be honest and tell him the truth.
"Oh all right!" She sighed and looked down again. "There is more…" She started to unconsciously play with the hem of her top, still not looking at him, "I wasn't feeling too well…"
"And…?" He looked at her and leant against the back of the couch. "Go ahead, we have plenty of time…"
"And I fainted while I was going down the stairs, okay? I felt dizzy and then I just passed out." She blurted out, her patience running short.
"So it was your bloodpressure again?"
"Probably."
Brock just sighed and nodded, and there was a few minutes of silence between them before he just got up with her in his arms, "Okay, we're going to the hospital."
She gasped in surprise and tried to pull away again, "What? No wait, there's no need to, really, I'm fine…"
He stopped halfway to the door and looked into her eyes with a serious look on his face, "Just shut up and do what I say, will you?"
A few hours later they were back from the hospital, Reba's foot in a cast.
Apparently it was a little more serious than a simple twisted ankle, the doctors had found it was broken and she had to keep the cast for a couple of weeks. Plus, they wanted to monitor her bloodpressure for the next 24 hours, so they had to put a little machine on her arm to monitor every change in her bloodpressure.
As soon as he stopped the car in her driveway, Brock jumped out of it, hurrying to the other side and opening the door for Reba, handing her two crutches she was supposed to walk around with.
"Thanks." She muttered, glaring at the objects he was handing her but still taking them and getting out of the car.
Reba slowly made her way to the door and Brock followed closely behind, watching her every step for fear that she might trip over something.
"Are you okay?" He asked when he saw her stop on the stairs in front of the porch and take a deep breath.
"Oh geez, I don't know, let me check." Reba pointed at her foot and shot him a sarcastic smirk, then she sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, I'm just tired…"
He smiled a little and patted her shoulder, "It's okay, now you'll just sit down on the couch and relax and I'll make you some tea, okay?" He opened the door for her and she slowly stepped in, walking over to the couch and letting herself fall on it.
"You don't have to do that, I'm fine… you should go home and rest…" She called to the kitchen after he had disappeared in it, already setting a pot on the stove.
"No, it's no problem at all… I want you to be okay and I'm sure not in a hurry to go back to the condo…" He took two cups out of a cabinet, 'Because that is not home…' He thought with a sigh, pouring the tea in the cups and adding sugar before walking back in the living room.
"Here you go." He smiled and handed a cup to Reba, sitting down on a chair across from her.
"Thank you." She smiled a little and took a sip of tea, leaning back against the couch and resting her leg on the table in front of her with a long sigh.
"How are you feeling?" Brock watched every movement, concerned.
"It hurts, but I'll live." She took another sip of tea and smiled.
"And the heart?" He asked in the same tone.
"Still beating, don't worry." Reba couldn't help herself and she chuckled a little, "Sorry…"
"It's okay…" He smiled when he saw her yawn, "Are you tired?"
She just nodded and set her cup on the table, bending back her head and closing her eyes, "I think I'll go to bed now…" She slowly opened her eyes and leant onto her crutches as she got on her feet, but she turned back to him after a quick glance at the staircase, "Erm… Brock?"
"Yes?" He smiled, knowing what was going to come next.
"Could you help me up the stairs please?" She gave him a little guilty smile and Brock felt his heart melt as he got up.
"Sure." He walked up to her and picked her up in his arms, holding her crutches as she started to walk up the stairs.
"Hey! I can walk, I just need a little help…" Reba tried to stop him, pounding lightly on his shoulder.
"You used to love it when I carried you around."
"I used to be married to you." She gave him a meaningful look and he put her down as soon as they were in the hallway.
Reba smiled a little and quickly patted his shoulder, "Well, thank you for your help, Brock, you really are a good friend." She started to walk towards her bedroom, then she turned around again, "Oh, don't forget to-"
"Lock the door, don't worry." Brock winked.
Reba smiled, "Thanks. Goodnight." She walked into her bedroom and started to undress as she heard his steps down the stairs, then she walked in the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth.
At the same time, Brock was walking upstairs again to check on her after locking the door. He knocked on her bedroom door and when he got no answer, he peaked his head inside, "Reba?"
Reba screamed and almost jumped out of her skin when she saw him standing in the doorframe, "Brock, are you nuts? What the hell are you doing still here? You scared the crap out of me!" She brought a hand to her chest and glared at him.
"Sorry… I…don't…" He stuttered, startled by her reaction.
Reba took a deep breath, "I told you to-"
"Lock the door, I did!"
"Yeah, on your way out!"
He looked at her, confused, "Wait… who said I was gonna go out?"