Before she could protest again, she heard the shelve crashing to the floor and saw it falling above him, so that they were trapped between the shelf and the bed. "Oh my-- oh my--- your back!" "Are you alright?" He asked, his face a little strained, all his focus on her. She nodded vigorously. "We should be worried about you." "Me?" He asked, like as if that was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. "The shelf is on your back!" "Oh. Yes. It is quite painful." Quite? How could he even forget he was carrying that king of heavy piece of wood, except if... Oh, goodness, he was dying, that is why he couldn't feel his back. If he eventually ends up dying then Elsa would kill her for it. The first guy she had ever liked and she had gone and done a mistake and killed him. Oh goo