Summary: You broke your arm at work
Age:
You: 28
Wanda: 30
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Your pov:
So uhm I broke my arm at work
Apparently the printer wasn't working and everyone said I should I should put my arm in it to try see if it would work again
Long story short it wasn't broken and it started working as soon as I put my arm in it
How I'm I gonna tell Wanda?
That's the question I was asking myself
"Babe I'm home!"
Oh shit
"I'm upstairs!"
I called back
I heard her foot steps on the stairs
"Babe how- what is that?"
She asks pointing at my red cast
"Uhh uh I broke my arm at work"
"How the FUCK did you do that?"
"Uh I may have put my hand in the printer"
"How are you that dumb"
"We thought that the printer was broken, and everyone told me to put my hand into the printer"
She was silent
"So are you okay now?"
"Yeh but I'm due some painkillers"
"I'll go grab them, how many do you want?"
"2 please babe"
"Okay I'll be right back"
"Thank you"
*Time skip, you've had the painkillers*
"What do you want to do?"
"Can we cuddle and watch a movie?"
"Whatever you want baby girl"
"Yay!"
