Alex clutched at his injured leg, seething in the white hot grips of excruciating pain. As a spy, he had been through all sorts of injuries. Burns, bullets, stab wounds... But this easily came up on top.
Alex winced as he accidentally wiggled his toes.
Today was so not his day.
He didn't know how long he sat there, clutching his foot, until Jack walked into the room. She immediately dropped her groceries and rushed to his side.
"Oh my god, Alex! What happened?" She asked, genuinely worried.
Alex turned to her, agony and pain written all over his face. "I stepped on a Lego."