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Nathan I am still shocked as I lay still on the floor. My back hurts like hell with shooting pain descending from my back to my numb feet. I don’t need to have a medical knowledge to know that this is bad. In a few second, I can’t feel my legs at all. I look at James, who waves at me with an evil grin on his face as the elevator doors close. “Amari!” I shout out and hope that she can hear me. Our door is a few feet away from the elevators. My phone is on my trousers pockets, but I will need to move my back to reach it. “Amari!” I call out again and hear the door opening. “Nathan!” my wife cries out before rushing to my side. “What happened?” she asks with that genuine tender voice. “I tripped over. My back hurts and I can’t feel my legs,” I lie. I now know how protective she