"Honey, I'm just fine, it's you I'm worried about," Rhode said distractedly. "You sure your head's OK? That was a nasty spill you took, and tile isn't exactly a forgiving surface to land on. Let's see if Dite's got anything in the freezer we can put on your head."
Turning 180 degrees and somehow managing not to dislodge him (and she was very proud of that), she pried open the freezer door from the bottom. An old bag of frozen blueberries caught her eye, and even if they weren't fit to eat anymore, they'd make a great ice pack. She held it up and said, "Now this'll be cold, but it'll help, promise." She pressed it to his forehead and asked, "How's that?"
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Turning 180 degrees and somehow managing not to dislodge him (and she was very proud of that), she pried open the freezer door from the bottom. An old bag of frozen blueberries caught her eye, and even if they weren't fit to eat anymore, they'd make a great ice pack. She held it up and said, "Now this'll be cold, but it'll help, promise." She pressed it to his forehead and asked, "How's that?"