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Eventually, we emerged from the Grand Canyon and Jacob drove me back to the campsite. Once we arrived, he acted the gentleman and got my door for me and helped me out of the car.

“We really should get this elevated,” he said.

“It’s no big deal,” I replied. “I just rolled it, nothing major.”

“But you want to continue your hiking vacation, right?” Jacob asked.

“Of course,” I said, “But this will probably just ease its way into normalcy in short order.”

“Do you have any ice?” he asked.

“We have some in the cooler,” I answered, “But it’s no big deal. I can take care of myself.”

“Look,” he responded, “You need to get this taken care of, and I happen to know first aid, so I’m going to help you.”

“Okay,” I acquiesced, secretly loving the attention.

“You should lay down so we can prop this up,” he admonished.

“The only place I have to lay down is in my tent,” I observed.

“Well, let’s get you in there then,” Jacob urged.

He helped me lay down on my air mattress and then got some pillows with which to elevate my hurt leg. Then he went to our cooler and grabbed several cubes of ice, wrapped them in a towel, and helped hold it on my ankle.