Extend the Story - Add a Room

"I'll go." you say weakly, fighting back tears of pain and fear. He gives a weak smile and picks you up, bridal style.

"Whoa! What the Hell are you doing!" you ask

"I can't take the chance that your going to run off on me. I don't move particularly fast, and I don't want to upset anyone."

"Good going." you spit back sarcastically. Surprisingly, he laughs.

"How are your wrists?" he asks kindly.

"Broken. It's a tad painful."

"You know, I haven't felt pain in well over a hundred years."

An awkward silence falls upon you.

Ask who he doesn't want to upset