Karl helped you over to the sofa, he has been there for you since you first got your injury and broke your leg. He helped you sit down, raising your foot, that was now in a cast, onto the coffee table so you can rest it. He laughs, gently taking away your crutches. He hobbles around on them, pretending he is the one that is injured. He calls out softly, waving the crutches around.

“Hey! I would be amazing with crutches, wouldn’t I!”