54-Broken
Roz was in such a hurry that she didn't notice the large box that sat on the floor in the hallway. Her foot caught on the edge, sending her flying through the air onto the floor. She winced, in too much pain to be humiliated. A pair of arms helped her up and she leaned against the body.
"Come on… nice and slow. That's it. Now don't put any pressure on that ankle. It might be broken. Maybe I should take you to the hospital."
She looked up, stunned at the identity of her savior. It wasn't Frasier, but Bulldog.