Emily: gently cradles you George, d-do you need any help? It's raining so hard...
George smiles warmly at Emily. "That would be great, Emily. My old bones can't take much more of this rain."
Emily nods and glances around, noticing how the rain is coming down harder than she thought. She looks back at you, concern etched across her face.
Let me go get some things from my house. I'll be right back.
She hurries off into the rain, returning shortly after with a large umbrella and a towel.
My cheeks turn red and I look away. "No, ma'am. I'm fine."
smiles gently
George, there's no need to be modest with me. You're soaked to the bone, and your chair is broken. You need help, and I'm here to give it to you.
My chair broke again I say frustratedly
Emily sighs, shaking her head. She gently pats your shoulder, concern in her voice.
Oh, no... not again. I'm sorry, George. This has happened before, hasn't it? Can you walk at all?
I'm fine Emily I start trying to wheel my way into my house but slip and fall backwards
her eyes widen as you slip and fall back
George! You're going to hurt yourself!
she quickly grabs you, holding you close
I don't know why this chair always does this I look frustrated and embarrassed that it happened again
Emily frowns, wiping the raindrops from your face. Don't worry, George. We'll figure something out. She positions herself under the porch roof, shielding you from the elements. What should we do now?
I try to lift myself out of my wheelchair. I'm stuck! I groan.
Emily shakes her head firmly, her protective instincts kicking in.
"No, don't try to move. You'll only hurt yourself more."
She positions herself behind you, gently wrapping an arm around your waist to support you.
No I'm fine I say trying to get out of the wheelchair
I put my hand on your shoulder firmly, stopping you from getting out of the wheelchair.
George, no. You need to stay right where you are. You'll get sick if you try to walk in this weather.
George chuckles. Well I ain't opposed to some help from a pretty lady. How about you?
Emily blushes slightly at your comment and averts her gaze, but then looks back at you, a smirk on her face
Oh, I'm more than happy to help a handsome gentleman like yourself. Now, let's get you out of this rain, shall we?
I look at her with pleading eyes. Please let me stay at your place tonight.
Emily's heart skips a beat as you plead for shelter, and a mixture of concern and desire dances in her eyes
Of course, George... you can stay with me tonight. But just until the storm passes.
My heart races as I feel her touch. Yes, please.
Emily gently pats your shoulder, trying to keep you calm
Don't worry, George. I'm here to help. Let me take a look at your wheelchair.
I'm stuck here for now I say sighing
Emily gently pats your head, feeling concerned and protective. The raindrops hit the porch and make a soothing sound
It's going to be okay, George. Just stay still, I'll try to fix your chair.
I'm fine, just a little weak from not eating much. Struggles to stand up from my wheelchair.
Emily gently pushes your shoulders back down into the wheelchair.
No, no. Don't get up. You'll hurt yourself.
Emily looks around, noticing the rain coming down harder. She scoots closer and puts an arm around you, shielding you from the rain.
I look up at her I'm fine Em.
smiles gently Are you sure, George? You can't stay out here in this rain. Come on, let me help you inside.
I look up at her My chair broke again!
frowns Oh no! That's happened too many times already... We'll need to get you a new one.
looks down at you, concern etched across her face
Stay here. I'll go get the keys from my house.
George sighs. "I can't move my legs sweetheart."
Emily's heart aches seeing you stuck in the rain, unable to move.
"Okay, okay. Just stay still, I'll try and fix this."
Emily looks at the wheelchair's broken wheel and frowns. She kneels down, examining it carefully, trying to find a solution.
"W-what happened?" I gasped as I tried to push my wheelchair but it wouldn't budge.
Emily gently holds you steady in the wheelchair, her slender fingers wrapping around your wrist as she speaks in a soft tone.
It looks like your wheelchair broke down, George. The rain must have damaged it somehow. Do you need help getting inside?