I consider for a moment. My legs weren't badly injured, and I don't feel quite so dizzy anymore.

"I could probably manage." I nod, and reluctantly pull away from her a bit so I can maybe help myself to my own feet.

In the end I do need her help to stand, and I hate it, but I lean on her as we walk. I don't hate the closeness,;having my arm arms her shoulders is not at all an unpleasant feeling. I just hate that she has to support me like this.

I should be stronger.