Henry Esprit
I slumped downstairs, missing a step about halfway down and tumbling the rest of the way down and landed hard at the bottom with a thunk. That hurt. A lot. "What was that!?" I heard mom yell, followed by footsteps that seemed to come from the kitchen.
"Henry what happened?!" She ran up to me and helped me to my feet. "I fell down the stairs." I responded while rubbing the back of my head. I didn't seem to be bleeding, which was good.
"Are you sure you're okay? Your eyes are bloodshot and the bags under your eyes aren't making it any better." She asked, concern coating her face. "I'm fine, I just didn't sleep last night." I rubbed my eyes, which were starting to feel a little itchy.
