When your boyfriend gets the smackdown after talking tough in a bar and is later found to have bleeding inside of his brain, it is wonderful that you are at his bedside providing him comfort.
I have to draw the line at jamming your finger up his nose to dig for gold while he’s laying on a backboard, though.
Tissues still work even if someone’s wearing a cervical collar. They were in that box marked “Kleenex” on the counter behind you.
If you get up to greet me, I’m not shaking your hand.
No, not even a fist bump.