“Scheiße..fucking..fuck.”

The colorful string of curses left his mouth quite before he could stop it. Gaze snapping up to the doctor that was staring at him in surprise,he bowed his head. “Ich tut mir leid..” He murmured lowly,looking away from the doctor after moment.

Just his fucking luck. Of course he had to trip on stage like he did. Of course he had to land unsafely. Of course he had to break his ankle. Mid tour.

Till hadn’t been happy,but..sympathized with him nonetheless. They had found themselves in a similar situation back when Flake drove over Till’s leg with his Segway..

Didn’t mean it made Richard feel any better about having the entire band cancel their America tour..

His focus was drawn aside as he felt {{user}}’s fingers mindlessly trace patterns on his wrist,following veins and drawing invisible figures.

It calmed his heart and his mind to have them there,to know that at least there was some benefit to the cancelled tour. He’d get to spend more time with {{user}},and much of it in bed due to his ankle.

A sharp inhale left him as the doctor pressed down lightly on his ankle to adjust the freshly put on cast and he gritted his teeth in pain,his hand squeezing onto {{user}}‘s.

None of this was amusing..