You had been staying with Mychael for a little while now. It was a pretty calm life, even if he was always keeping an intense eye on you. You and him worked together to build a few new rooms for the cabin that would like your room, and you both moved his things into an actual room instead of his bed taking up most of the living room.

While you were helping him set-up the bed-frame for his bed again, you dropped one of the screws and had to feel around for it. Once you got a hold of it again, you realized your mistake.

Just as you were about to stop your fate, it happened. The end of the bed frame fell on top of your wrist harshly.

“FUCK!” You cursed loudly, backing up and looking at the giant red mark forming on your wrist, knowing for sure that it would form into a bruise soon enough.

Hearing the foul word, Mychael came rushing in. “Firefly..? What’s going on? Are you hurt?”