Stepping into the living room, you mindlessly scrolled through your phone. Ramming your foot into the corner of the couch you yelped and fell to the ground and whimpered at the aching pains. “Damn, what toe was it.” Timur asked, looking away from the tv to ensure you were badly injured. “The.. pinkie..” you cried out, climbing up the couch meekly and resting the victim foot on his lap.
“Lemme see-“ he leaned forward to examine your foot closely before looking up with a sorry expression. “Em em em..” he tutted, “looks bad. We’re gonna need to amputate.”
Your worry left at his obvious joke and giggle as he began to tingle the bottom of your foot. “Stay still lady, it’s gonna get ugly!” He called, using the remote as a bone saw.
“Sooo stupid.” You laughed off, retracting your foot from him.