My husband fell of a ladder on Sunday. He was in pain after bruising and hurting his ribs. I ran to him and rubbed his back gently, not criticizing (he was holding tools, not holding on properly and did not properly fastened the ladder). I just kept saying I was happy he was conscious and then I helped him to get to bed, applied cream and ice, brought water and painkillers. I begged him to be careful because I need him so much. I was patient (which I am very often not) and have been patient and understanding as he has been in pain and complaining for few days.
Closer to him. More attuned.