I fell over in the dark

I fell over in the dark.
I don't know how it happened.
There was no alcohol involved.
One minute I was walking up our familiar steps, almost home, with a torch in my mouth and my arms full of a days worth of shopping bags, my fella bought me a beautiful dress, one I wouldn't even dream of.
The next minute I was on the ground, shocked, my heart racing, pain in my hand and wrist and shins.
I was carrying our computers, the most valuable thing we own, since everything was taken.
My fella came down to check on me.
He opened the door and let us inside.
I told him to check out computers first.
He did what I sad while I held my hand at an odd angle to prevent blood from dripping on anything.
Then my fella told me to run my hand under the cold water.
He asked me if it was cold enough.
It stung and my hands felt fiery from the cold.
Then I dried my hand very carefully and sat down in the kitchen.
My fella gently put plasters on each of my grazes, tight to stop the bleeding.
The colour came through the plasters.
He asked me how it happened.
I said I had no idea.
He said it was kind of me be worried about our computers.
After a while I asked him when my hand would stop hurting.
He said not to think about it.