As soon as Luke got the cast on, Michael rushed to the bathroom inside the hospital room and sank to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. I broke his leg with my fatass! He thought to himself, gripping onto his hair and sobbing hard. Michael heard the click-clack of Luke's crutches, those followed by a knock on the door. "Mikey, what's wrong?" Luke asked, Michael just let out a choked sob. "Kitten, please open the door." Michael shakily stood up and slowly opened the door, crying harder when he saw Luke using the crutches. "I-I-I did that to you." He sobbed and Luke moved closer to Michael, dropping the crutches and wrapping his arms around the crying boy. "You fell and my leg bent under me, it's fine. I did this to myself." Luke cooed and kissed Michael's cheek while rubbing his back. Michael dried his tears and looked at his injured boyfriend, "But, my fatass did this to you." He sniffled and Luke's heart broke. "Michael, in what way are you fat?" He asked and Michael gave him crutches, waiting for Luke to support his weight with them before backing away and lifting his shirt, revealing his newly formed round belly and squishy love handles. A crimson red blush grew onto Michael's cheeks as Luke stared at his belly and he let his shirt fall back down, then leaving the room before crying once more.
