It’s broken.

I knew it was bad. The pain was unfamiliar.

It felt wrong. It felt too sharp. Too much. It lingered. It got worse. But i kept playing. Of course I did.

When I finally got to take off my shoe and sock, I asked Mo: is it broken?

She examined the pinky toe in question.

–Well. If the bruise continues and grows, it is.

There was hope for a moment. Thanks Mo!

The bruise got worse. Adding broken pinky toe. Though. Unconfirmed.

Because having a bionic collar bone wasn’t enough.

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