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So I screwed up my hip at rehearsal pretty badly yesterday. There's a scene where I get killed, and then they carry off my body. And at some point something must have gone wrong, 'cause after they set me down and I got up and walked around a little, my hip started feeling funny. Like, it was being stretched too tight every time I moved it. And it only got worse as rehearsal went on, so much so that any flexation of it or pressure on it set it off like hell. I was late and slow for most of my cues at the last dress rehearsal, not to mention a big sucky baby that everybody was clucking over. I mean, I was really grateful for the sympathy, they were all so sweet, but I didn't want it to be like, "Oh, let's have some huge pity-party for Phoebe." I hope to God nobody thought I was a crybaby, but I sure felt like one.

Except the boy insisted on saw me back to my dorm. It was a long walk, and he let me lean on him the whole way to take the weight off my right side, and tried to get my mind off the pain by telling me stories of all the strange injuries he's ever gotten in his life (which were widely assorted and multitudinous, I might add). And when we got to my building, it suddenly occurred to me that because I live on the third floor, there were a hell of a lot of steps to go up. Steps I really couldn't handle on my own.

So you know what that boy did, completely umprompted? He carried me. Six flights of stairs, three floors up, and all the way to my door. It was the sweetest, kindest thing ever.

And that almost made everything worth it.