You were sat outside of Charles' office and you were waiting for him to finish speaking to Hank, so you could go out for lunch with him. Usually you wouldn't be sat on the chair outside his office when you were planning to do something with your boyfriend, and he was busy, usually you'd just wait in your room and Charles would come to you. But you were bored so you were waiting for him there.

You were waiting there for a while, and your foot was going dead. As you waited the numbness continued to grow up your leg.

After a moment Hank appeared from the office, you exchanged pleasantries before he walked away, probably back to his lab.

Standing up you planned to walk into Charles office to see him. Just you took one step, and then put down your numb foot. Just due to the numbness you stood awkwardly onto it, it instantly dragging you down to the floor. You instantly felt a sharp pain shoot through your ankle and foot, as the life flooded back into it.

You let out a loud groan as footsteps pounded on the floor, until Charles appeared in the hallway.

"Y/N, what happened?" he asked kneeling down in front of you.

"My foot was dead, and now it really hurts," you said clenching your teeth, stopping yourself from letting out a loud cry of pain.

"It's okay," he whispered rubbing your knee softly, "Let's get Hank, he can look at it. He literally just left the office, so he can't be too far, and he can look at your ankle."

He stood up, accidentally putting pressure on your knee, which made your ankle hurt more. He ran off down one of the corridors as you attempted to calm yourself down. The pain was bad but you tried to move your leg so your knee wasn't bent meaning there was no pressure on your foot or ankle.

After a few moments Hank and Charles appeared and both knelt down in front of you.

"What happened?" Hank asked.

"She said her foot was dead and she fell over," Charles explained.

"Where does it hurt?" Hank questioned.

"My ankle and the left side of my foot," you hissed.

Even though it hurt badly you didn't want to cry in front of your boyfriend or one of your closest friends, so you were just doing your best and withholding the pain through gritting your teeth and clenching your fists.

"What are we going to do with you?" Charles laughed softly resting a hand softly on your shoulder.

"Stop my ankle from hurting. That'd be the most advisable response," you sighed.

They smiled softly, before Hank looked at your ankle and after a few tests in the lab, he found out you had sprained your ankle, through your own stupidity.

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Written by Charlotte.

This is based on how I actually sprained my ankle yesterday. My foot was dead and I stood up on it and sprained it as I fell over. Well done Charlotte, you do good at life and English, as this sentence has too many things wrong with it :p