"I'm home," Keeley called up the stairs once the elevator doors opened.
Aaron was lying on the couch in the living room with a blanket over him and sat up the moment he saw her. The blanket fell off to reveal he wasn't wearing a shirt.
"Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" she fretted as she approached and wrapped the blanket back around his shoulder. "It's cold outside; you're going to get sick."
"I can't lift my arm," he admitted. "It hurts too much."
Keeley sighed as she hugged his non-injured side. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Help me put a shirt on?" Aaron suggested hopefully.
She honestly wasn't sure how to do that if he couldn't lift his arm at all. A button-up one might work as long as he didn't have to do the buttons himself. That was the kind of pajamas he liked anyway.
