My husband is falling off the bed. He's also a paraplegic. I grab him under his arms and heave him back, at which point he wakes up and asks, "What are you doing?" "I'm lifting you!" I reply, completely confident in my ability to keep him from falling off the bed. "Oh. Of course."
This is the second time I've woken up thinking he's falling off the bed. The first, though, where I believe him to be a paraplegic.
To his credit, he's tolerated it well, and only made fun of me a little bit the next day.
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