binary ; tronnor

"what hurts?"

tro is 7 and con is 8 and its christmaaasss

the days were getting colder as they grew shorter, sky constantly blanketed with a thick coat of white. the clouds threatened to split open and rain or snow, and they did often, resulting in many days filled with puddle-jumping and snow angel-making.

troye and connor had just gotten out of school for winter break, and had been trying to spend as much time together as possible before troye had to leave for his grand parents house. today was one of those days, where connor trekked over to troye's house wrapped head to toe in warm clothes. his scarf was so high up on his neck it covered his mouth, and his coat was so thick it made his arms stick out stiff.

the boys had taken their bikes out to the hill near troye's house, treading through the mud and sludge from the snow that had fallen earlier in the week to the top.

"i don't think this is a good idea," troye said worriedly, pulling his gloves tighter over his hands. "it's slippery."

"yeah..." connor agreed slowly, gazing down the snowy hill. "but it'll be fun."

they mounted their bikes, and connor counted down, readying his feet on the pedals. troye's littke red bike still had training wheels.

"one, two, three... go!"

and at once, the boys pushed forward on the bikes and went hurtling down the hill, connor just ahead of his friend. they screamed all the way down, gripping onto the handles for dear life. bits of muddy snow flew up from around them and got caught in the spokes as they raced. the end of the hill was drawing nearer, troye was pumping his legs around faster and faster, he could taste his shouts of triumph on the tip of his tongue, until-

thud.

that was troye's body hitting the wet ground. his bike had hit a stone that sat in between him and the finish line line and flew off, landing crookedly on the slushy ground.

"woo hoo!" connor called, throwing his arms in the air and hopping off his bike. his good mood however was quickly cut short, as he realized troye wasn't next to him, laughing and cracking jokes.

a broken sob came from behind a pile of browning snow.

"troye?!" connor exclaimed, hurrying to the fallen boy.

troye had tears streaming down his face, and he was hunched over, clutching his leg. "g-go get ma," he cried.

connor nodded, but couldn't look away. it was like watching a car wreck, he knew he needed to help but he couldn't stop looking at the pain.

"i... i'll be right back," connor promised, leaving his friend and the bikes behind as he ran off in the direction of troye's house.

connor knocked hurriedly on the door when he arrived at the house, yelling for laurelle. she answered the door moments later with a pleasant smile that quickly turned sour as she saw connor standing there alone.

"what happened to troye? are you both okay?"

"troye..." connor started, finding it hard to explain what happened. "he fell off his bike and he told me to get you."

"i see," laurelle nodded, hurriedly tugging on her coat that hung by the door. "what do you think he did?"

"broke his leg, or ankle or something," connor guessed, having never broken a bone before.

laurelle stepped by him and opened the front door, leading connor ouside with her. "can you show me where you two were?"

mhmm, connor hummed, taking laurelle's hand and taking her to the bottom of the hill around the corner.

"mumma," troye cried when he saw laurelle and connor come into view. "it hurts, it hurts bad!" he blubbered, tears still welling up in his eyes.

"it's okay baby, it's okay," laurelle promised, kneeling beside troye on the dirt. "what hurts, tokky?"

"m-my leg," troye wailed, reaching out for laurelle.

"it's alright kiddo," she assured, carefully cradling troye in her arms. "we'll get you a cast, 'kay?"

connor stood back awkwardly, watching his best friend cry beside him while he couldn't do anything. he ran to get both of their bikes, walking them up the hill as laurelle carried troye. he was still gasping for breaths and whimpering each time she took another step. "it's okay, it's okay," she kept saying.

"are we gonna have t' go to the doctor?" troye asked, sniffling the whole time.

"yes, honey, and you're gonna get x-rays and a cast."

the three of them drove to the hospital after laurelle helped put the bikes back in the garage. she was going to take connor home early, but troye started wailing and insisting connor stay with them.

the boys sat in the back seat together with connor in the middle, so they could be closer. troye's lip wouldn't stop quivering, and he whimpered and gasped every time he moved accidentally.

once they checked in at the hospital, connor zoned out. the nurse was using big words, like pediatric and orthopedic, neither of which connor understood.

"we're going to take some x-rays now, okay?" the nurse smiled, patting a wheel chair they had brought in. troye went with the nurse, waving bye to connor.

a different nurse wheeled troye back in a few minutes later and started typing away at a computer. she pulled up the x-rays and started to explain. "it looks like there's a compound franture right here, and here in the tibia, so he'll need a cast up to just before his knee."

troye nodded as if he understood. the nurse reached into some drawers and gathered the supplies.

"so this," she turned to troye, holding up a long sock. "is gonna go on your leg first. then we're gonna wrap it up in plaster, okay?"

"like a mummy," troye giggled.

"sure," she smiled. "just like a mummy. you wanted the pink, right?"

she fit the sock to troye's leg and started to roll the plaster on. once it was all finished, she got a pair of crutches with fluffy pink cushions on them and handed them to troye carefully, letting him try to stand on his own.

there was a few more papers laurelle had to sign and rules they had to go through before troye could finally leave o his new crutches.

"does it still hurt?" connor asked, holding the door open for troye to a walk through.

"a little," troye admitted. "it aches."

"i promise i won't try to make you bike down hills anymore," connor said sheepishly.

"it's not your fault, it was that dumb rock in the way."

"can i still sleep over?"

"i don't see why not," laurelle said, helping troye into the back seat of the car.

"let's go home, kitty," troye smiled. "i'm glad that i broke my leg instead of my arm, so i can still hold your hand."

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this was so biring and awful im crtonh i hate it I didn't mean to make it so boring and technical it just happened

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