Your ankle is still hurting, even after a week of sitting around at home and working on your videos. It's bruised and swollen, no matter how long you leave ice packs on it and how long you rest. Your streaming with Technoblade right now, your foot elevated under your desk with a little step stool.

"Dude, go to the doctor," Technoblade tells you after you call in from work for the third day in a row.

You groan in annoyance. "I hate doctors. I have to talk to some guy about all the ways my body isn't functioning the way it apparently should? Gross, embarrassing. What if I just… don't?"

"Then your foot is gonna get worse and you're gonna have to go to the ER in an uber because insurance providers won't cover an ambulance," Techno points out. "Doctors are scary but they're usually good dudes. It's literally their job to listen to you bitch about your body."

"I dunno. I think I'll just wrap it with ace bandages," you say with a sigh.

"Dude, if you don't go to the doctor, I'm calling Phil." Techno says seriously.

“Oh my god fine.” You roll your eyes, continuing to build on Origins SMP.

"You know what would make me feel better?" you ask.

"What?" He hums.

"You buying my merch." You tease.

Techno laughs "Not happenin'."