Chapter 7: Crutching Abilities

The next day was boring as hell. I was watching TV all the time. Reading a book was a good way to beguile the time, but I could not concentrate enough. The pain was persistent. Nevertheless, I have no ground of complaint. It could have been worse. At the recollection of the sound that I heard when my leg broke, I shivered all over. The sight of it, bent grotesquely... The moment when Steven reduced the fracture... I must stop thinking about that!

I managed to go to the bathroom without breaking another bone. The only problem was when I lowered the cast on the floor. The pain ruthlessly shot up my leg. As it became tolerable, I had no difficulties. When I returned, I hobbled around the room, practicing my crutching. By the minute, I got more familiar with the crutches.

Steven had brought my mobile so I gave my boss a ring. I explained that I had had an accident and my leg was broken. After that, I called my colleague in Seattle apologizing about breaking the appointment.

I could have called 911. This was probably the only sensible decision. Am I making a big mistake? Time will show.

My thoughts drifted into another direction. Perhaps I was unconsciously trying to calm myself down. The cast is so cute! It is protecting the broken bones; moreover it is healing me through immobility. I can move only my toes. They are the only sign that my leg still exists. I am glad to be able to wiggle them. There is something strange about the immobility. Of course, it causes a lot of discomfort but at the same time, there is something erotic in it. It makes me feel vulnerable. As though, I am screaming without words that I need attention. There is something more. It is not only the immobility. The cast Steven molded is not just covering my leg. It is showing it off somehow. Not only my bare toes. The sling is adding another aspect. Elevated high above the bed, my casted leg is an unspoken invitation. Maybe I am pervert... I felt my vagina becoming wet.

Steven entered the room, startling me. I shifted nervously. His eyes fell on me. I looked aside.

"Are you in pain?" he asked and placed my lunch on the table near the bed.

"A little."

"Did you take your pills?"

"Yes."

"Do you need something?"

"New leg. Can you solve this problem?"

"I admit my mistake. I am so guilty. You broke..."

"I am merely grumbling."

"Everything is going to be fine. You will see," he smiled, tickled playfully my casted toes and left.

The first thing I did the next morning was to take a bath. I undressed in the bathroom. Taking off my panties was a matter of some difficulty. Finally, I managed to pull them down the cast. Sitting on the rim of the tub, I gave myself a sponge bath. I removed the bandage so that to be able to clean my left foot. The swelling was gone completely. I washed myself, diligently taking care not to wet the cast. When I made sure that my casted toes are clean too, I toweled myself dry. At the end, I washed my hair in the sink. This simple procedure took a long time because I had to support myself with the right hand. The pain began tormenting me again.

Leaning on the crutches, I made for the bedroom. What a pathetic sight! I am stark naked, except for the cast and the clog on my left foot. Why did I forget to take the clean clothes with me? I don't want to be seen like that. Let's hope he is not into the bedroom. He wasn't. I felt some relief. Then, I got dressed as quick as I could. The tight skirt was barely covering the top of the cast. The black stocking I had pulled on my good leg was contrasting with the whiteness of the plaster. It made the cast look bigger. I enjoyed the effect for a minute, and then lay to rest.

Subsequently, I decided to go downstairs. When I reached the landing, I wasn't so sure of myself. At least twenty stairs. What if I trip? Steven had given me some crutching tips but... What's going on with me? I have never been so chicken hearted. I must do it! Taking one step at a time, I climbed cautiously down the stairs.

"Are you confident enough, young lady?" Steven was looking anxiously at me.

I nodded.

"Do not hesitate to..."

"Thank you, I am fine."

What a miracle! I did it!

I helped him to prepare the meal. We ate silently. Steven was in no mood for talking. When he finished, he said that he had to go. I was alone again. There was a book on the mantelpiece. "Body of truth" by David Lindsey. I didn't want to go upstairs so I settled comfortably in the couch, propped my broken leg on pillows and started reading. The book turned out to be quite interesting. I read more then three hours. Steven was still outdoors. My back got numb so I sat up and stretched. Then I took the crutches and got up, placing them under my arms. The pain rudely reminded me that my leg was broken.

I climbed the stairs quite expertly. Walking on crutches is not so difficult after all. Only the pain is an obstacle. I stopped before the bedroom door. Then, I reached with my left hand to open it. The crutch slipped out from under my armpit and fell on the floor. I tried to keep my balance. Unsuccessfully. The other crutch flew away too. As there was nothing to support me anymore, I sprawled in the corridor. The cast thudded on the tiles. I cried out with pain. A minute later I stopped writhing, and took a deep breath. If the fractured bones are displaced... Anything but that! I wiggled my casted toes. The pain was tolerable. After I wiped the tears from my eyes, I collected the crutches and leant them on the wall. Then I stood up using the wall for support. Propped on the crutches, I hobbled very slowly to the bed. It was not until I adjusted my poor leg into the sling that I felt better.