[lean on me] sender lets receiver lean on them for support
Louisa made it to the water spigot on the old, ill-fitting prosthesis. She had gone further with it before without complaint, but between the discomfort from the prosthesis itself, and the phantom pains that had been shooting through the limb since before sunrise, she couldn't take another step. She half fell, half lowered herself to the ground, and practically tore the old leg off.
With massage, the pains had subsided some, at least to the point of being tolerable, but she could not bring herself to put the leg back on. To her relief, Andy had come along and offered to help her back to the clinic. It was still hard accepting help like this, but it was that or crawl back on her hands and knees. There was more dignity in the former, in her opinion. Andy helped her up off the ground, and held her up with one arm, and grabbed the old prosthetic with the other, while Louisa held on to him. It felt clumsy and awkward, as it always did when someone helped her likes this, but it worked.
Together they made their way slowly, and carefully back to the cabin, and once inside Louisa let out an audible sigh of relief. She gestured across the room, to the one comfortable chair they had, "Over by the bookshelf is good, thank you."
Once seated, she closed her eyes for a few moments and sunk back into the chair, trying to figure out if the pain was coming back. Another stabbing jolted through the limb, giving her a clear answer. When she opened her eyes, Andy stood in front of her, a deep, worried frown settled on his face.
"I'll be alright it's just...a bad day," she offered a pained smile, "Would you mind getting me a dose of med-x? It's on the top shelf over there, by Jim's desk...I'd appreciate it..."
