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GerLiet: Heavy Weight

Ludwig was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. He had just cracked open the eggs when he heard a yell coming from farther in the apartment. He spun towards the door with a frown.

"Toris?" Ludwig called out, glancing towards the eggs and the sausages in another pan. "Is everything alright?"

There wasn't a response, which worried Ludwig. He was just about to go to investigate when Toris stumbled in, leaning against the wall with his bottom lip firmly between his teeth.

"What's wrong?" Ludwig asked. He'd never seen an expression like that before.

Toris breathed sharply, before he started to mime something. The first thing looked like a bicep curl. Next, he gestured to his feet. Finally, he clapped his hands together. It took Ludwig a few seconds to figure out what all of that would mean, and when he did, his eyes widened.

"Did you hit your foot against my weights?" Ludwig asked.

It was a small apartment, and he kept his dumbbells in their room. It was the extent of the exercise equipment he had.

Toris nodded, and Ludwig moved over to help him into one of the kitchen chairs. Toris was thankfully no longer biting his lip – most likely to keep different sounds from slipping out – but based on the way he was breathing, it was clear that he was still very much in pain.

"It was the little toe," Toris gasped. "And I heard a c-crack."

"It's probably just sprained or something," Ludwig said. "I'll go get you some ice."

As it turned out, it was not easy to keep ice against an injured toe. It wasn't like an ankle, where one could just lie down with the ice wrapped in a tea towel pressed against the ankle. No, it was too small, and it was hard to keep it stable. Toris would have to fold himself to keep the ice pressed against the toe, but that also caused pain.

"I don't think I've ever stubbed my toe this hard before," Toris said.

"Well, I don't think it's broken," Ludwig said. "You can still wiggle it, right?"

Toris nodded, and that satisfied Ludwig. It wouldn't be long before the pain faded. But throughout the day, he noticed that Toris kept walking with difficulty, and in the evening, when he looked at the toe again, he had to re-evaluate his earlier statement.

The toe was swollen, blue on one side and a darker purple on the other. Toris flinched every time Ludwig's fingers even brushed against the digit.

"Maybe we should see a doctor about this tomorrow," Ludwig said. "This does not look good."

And it wasn't, as the doctor revealed the next day. Toris had a fractured toe, and Ludwig had to find another place to store his weights.

So, guess what happened to me this week. I am no stranger to stubbed toes – I don't think anyone with the ability to walk is a stranger to it – and I've even had to pull off the nails from both little toes after particularly hard hits. But this… It's purple and blue and swollen and I'm glad that my migraines meant that there are a lot of painkillers I could use. I literally did the miming thing when I tried to explain what happened. It hurt too much to even swear. It's also not the first time in the last two weeks I've stubbed my toes against the weights – they keep rolling in the way whenever I try to push them to the side – but this time, I was in a rush to leave my room and so it had a lot more power than usual. I definitely heard a crack. Luckily, it doesn't seem as though the toe is broken or anything, just very purple.