Poor Wayfaring Stranger

GEORGIA Be of love a little more careful than of anything. image by Csutkaa @ flickr.com It wasn't every day that a man suddenly dropped out of the sky and if Georgia had not happened to be looking out of the kitchen window of her cottage she wouldn't have believed it. She stood there, mouth hanging open as she stared out at her garden. The plants were tall enough to hide him from view, but she knew that she needed to go out and see just how injured the he was... and check on her plants. She could only imagine the state they were in after having something that large fall on them. She stepped outside, paused, and looked up at the sky curiously. It was nothing more than a vast expanse of blue, dotted with lazily floating clouds.Nothing out of the ordinary, aside from the fact that a man had just fallen from the gods only knew where. Georgia was hesitant as she ventured toward the garden, expecting to find a bloody mess splattered across her plants. Her surprise and shock increased when she looked down at the man, who appeared relatively uninjured aside from his bleeding side. He was still breathing, his fingers were twitching every now and again... Again, she looked up at the sky, frowning, then back down at the stranger. "Oh!" Georgia squeaked when he sat up. She had circled around him, inspecting her plants and had not noticed when he had regained consciousness and opened his eyes. Obviously he was better off physically than she had anticipated if he were able to move on his own so quickly. Still cautious, she stepped in front of him then knelt so she was eye level with the man in her garden. "My plants broke your fall." She said with a smile and a glance toward the flattened flowers. A majority of them would have to be pulled up, but it wasn't the end of the world. Her gaze moved from the flowers back to the man and her head tilted, expression becoming a bit more serious. "Are you okay? Is there anything I can help you with?" "."