Prompt: hurt_don #3 What: Book Where: Charlie's Office

Day 3

Don was getting stared at in the hall to Charlie's office. He knew that he looked terrible, gravel grazes that were particularly bad on one cheek and he was limping, but that didn't mean everybody needed to stare. Keeping his expression impassive and trying to pretend that his hip didn't ache like a son of a bitch from the bruise the size of Alaska on it, he walked into Charlie's office.

And right into Charlie.

Who was carrying a large stack of library books.

That hit said hip.

And then were dropped on his foot.

David had jokingly suggested that going to see Charlie would keep him out of trouble. Apparently he was wrong.

Don didn't bother with trying to restrain his swearing.